metamorphosis

As the sun turns into the moon
At the end of the day,.
As the trees lose their leaves
At the close of the year,
So too,I have been losing my youth,
(With white hair covering my head
like the snow upon the housetop)
As I enter the winter of my life.

My "mountain" has shrunk to
The molehill of boyhood,
As I become an old man.
Maybe they call me, a good ole boy,
because I am entering a second childhood,
At least as far as the size of my penis is concerned.

No more to rise up and then to penetrate,
Overflowing with sexual surrender
To the woman I'm "conquering"!
No longer to experience the irony
Of submission to the one I'm "capturing."

As I lay on the bed,
Bemoaning the loss of my virility,
I look down to find her head between my legs!
Has she saved her willingness to suck until now?
Now that i can't get it up to put it in,
Now that I need her help the most!

As she uses her firm tongue as a penis
Rubbing against my clit-like residue of a penis,
My wife become the husband-figure,
And I the wife.

And I want to do the wife part,
"To cherish and obey."
It's as if she has raised me from the dead,
But with a new identity.

Now that i have a new body,
Or at least a new role.
It is enough for me
Just to do as she says.