Say what you like, in the 60s, before ubiquitous internet porn, Playboy was a sticky rite of passage for many adolescent boys. And in comparison with today, a pretty innocuous one.

But I like the poem. I can’t remember or imagine a girl reading the magazine. I can’t even remember a single girl who ever had an opinion about it. It’s an interesting shift of point of view. :)

Forgive me, I did sorely lust after Barbie Benton…