Whun I want it
she's too busy
err simply not in the mood.
"Not now!" she protests
polishing darkly pointed kitchen tools.
When she wants it
I'm too tired
err focused on uther things ta do.
"Sometime later darling" I mutter half-snoring
while she looks at me glumly mute. . .
Love may gruuw richer wuth age
butt sex –
ahhh how eazily it tarns
flaccid, dull, an grey.