Responsible Sex (erotic poem that might not give you a hard on)

I remember
the not too distant time
when I cum on your face
and you cried
and felt insulted,
and irritated
that you have to wash your hair.

I remember
the not too distant time
when your ass was tight
and unwelcoming
even for the size of my penis
and when fingering your cunt
felt to you as if it's gonna
tear apart.

I remember
the times
when you felt ashamed
and scared to suck
my prick
and you needed guidance
and encouragement,
and kissing you
was like kissing a wall.

Things had definitely changed
and I thought:
"This is for the better sexperience".

You're my porn star now,
my anal doll,
my sex slave,
and dominatrix,
sucking,
and fucking,
and choking on dick,
squirting your brains out,
24/7 drippin' wet.

And I love it,
Believe me when I say,
I'm your biggest fan,
watching your porn,
your threesomes,
gangbangs,
your stories about huge cocks,
deep in your throat,
drilling all your holes,
still leaving you hungry.

But face it, I'm Joe
and I'm addicted
to my wife's
cunt, ass and mouth.
And I want to stop fuckin' her,
because I know for sure,
she doesn't care
what goes inside her
and I no longer trust her.

She would fuck
other men
and then gift wrap me
a chlamydia
with an hour and a half
of hardcore sex.

She simply doesn't care,
and I look stupid
for wanting to know
for sure
how healthy I am
or how healthy is this woman
next to me
that I want to seduce
before fucking her brains out.

My demands are simple,
but too parental,
too unsexy,
and killing the fun
and spontaneity
of this happy new sex life.

Trichomonas,
chlamidia,
bacteria,
candidiasis...
These are
the loyalty badges
of my addiction
with your pussy,
ass and mouth.

Should I fight it,
or should I simply
follow into your steps...
Fuck responsibility
and fuck the care for others
and myself,
because as someone
recently wrote,
we're dead anyway.