Sex After Seven
Years of Marriage

Whun I want it
she's too buzy
err simply not in the mood.
"Not now!" she protests
polishing darkly pointed kitchen tools.

When she wants it
I'm too tired
or thinking of uther things ta do.

"Sometime later dorling" I mutter half-snoring
while she'z glumly mute. . .

Love may gruuw richer wuth age
butt sex -
ahhh how eazily it tarns
flaccid, dull, an grey.