the thought of you still makes me hot
perhaps I can no longer fuck
that doesn’t mean that we are stuck
to live our lives with no more sex
I’m still your husband, not your ex
you say you love me, but I feel
those words all sound no longer real
have you forgotten that my tongue
could make you moan, and pant and cum
don’t you remember how my lips
would make you cry and buck your hips
how with my fingers I could make
you cum so hard that you would shake
that you would beg me not to stop
to take you once more to the top
but now all that seems not enough
you want to fuck, and not make love
or maybe just no more with me
and is what I refused to see
the bitter truth, you’re still my wife
but you no longer share my life