I’m Really Sorry

 Maybe it’s the predictability
Of it all, it’s so stayed
There’s just no passion
No more frantic fumbling

No foreplay to speak of
I do you and then you do me
It’s become a routine
Almost mechanical in nature

We both still get horny
Sure we both still orgasm
But it’s always the same
I need something more

I need what it used to be
Wild and dangerous sex
Not sure why it’s become
This way or who’s to blame

But it’s getting so lame
I don’t want to hurt you
By bringing this to an end
And I don’t want you to worry

It will remain our little secret
As it has always been
Nobody will ever know
I’m really sorry grandpa