No spooning no forking
No cutlery in bed
No sweet cunnilingus
No more giving head
No doggies no cowboys
No lube,no more toys
No sounds like ” I’m cumming”
Life’s greatest of joys.
No moisture no heat
No pounding of bits
No pinching or biting
No cock between tits
No biting no bruising
No parting of lips
Nothing at all below her sweet hips.
No slipping no sliding
No sheets in a ball
No holding no folding
No nothing at all
No lusting no thrusting
No swallowing,her call
And that’s why she sleeps
Down the end of the hall.
That is so sad. Nothing at all.
Noooooooooo
I suspect that there are also many women, of a certain age,whose husbands aren’t interested in sex any more….but I ain’t one of them.
With your own wife or other people’s wives, lol?
Other peoples wives….lol
Dear God,
Do NOT let me be this woman again.
Keep me lubricated or within arms reach of the lube.
Let me keep my voice, so when he doesn’t please and we both get on our knees I can tell him exactly what I need.
And NEVER let me stay silent again. Cuz that was God awful. Way too fucking long.
Oh shit. Can I say that to you?
You can say anything to me….
You’re God??!!!
And you my dear are a miracle.💋
😘
lol migrating to the end of the hall is the death knell to romantic nights. Nice rhyming.
Love the Dr. Suess format. Fun piece, despite the sadness.
My mom once shared with me that she and my dad never lost their passion for each other and were still, er. active until shortly before he died at 84. I wish all couples could be that lucky.