Nourishment
Sex for breakfast , lunch and dinner
That’s the F plan diet for me
I might take a break at coffee
Or during afternoon tea.
You could wear your marigold gloves
And we could explore every kink.
I could get the rubber plunger
and make rude noises in the sink.
I want nourishment not punishment
She sighed breathlessly to me
They say sex burns up 100s of calories
Let’s see if we can get past 3.
We don’t need any Viagra
We’ll get by with what we can.
But just to be on the safe side
I’ll go and get some philosan.
They say desire diminishes with age
To which I say tosh.
And that passion loses its rage
That’s a theory that with me won’t wash.
I’ll pose topless in me jim jams
And you wear your frilly nightie
I’ll pretend that I’m a stud
And you my Aphrodite.
You look so sensuous and sultry
In your face pack and your flip flops
Nothing you do is paltry
To me you’re always the tops.
Your perfume is quite exquisite
Is it sweet essence of pine?
No, I am mistaken,
Of course eau de woodbine.
Ah the post coital fag
It really can’t be beat
What will we do tomorrow?
What do you think of me feet?
If sex is low in calories
I don’t want a diet that’s light.
Coo what’s that lump in the bed?
What again? Already?
Sorry I’m too tired, night night.
©Michael Birchmore 2013
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