Losing appeal

I kiss his neck,
Stroke the soft part
Between his beard and his ear,
Mumble how good he smells,
He looks,
He sounds.

Despite the age gap,
He's still my Adonis,
My knight in shining armour,
But lately, my knight has been remiss,
In certain areas.
I get home, I clean, I cook.
He gets home, he drinks, and plays.

I'm dressed like an expensive hooker,
Not at all comfortable,
In my own clothes,
But if it makes him want me...
I'll be uncomfortable,
'Til I'm comfortable. ,

He looks so good,
Tastes just great,
My hands travel,
Across his broad shoulders,
Over his chest,
Down towards..

He bats my hands away,
Leans away from my kiss.
Because he's in the middle
Of an important battle,
In that bloody game.

I must be losing it,
Must not be a couple of decades younger anymore,
Must not be as perky as I thought I was,
Must not be good enough anymore.
I guess I've lost all appeal.