Libido Lou

   
Oh dearest    
cotton socks    
my dashing
knight no more    
your days of debonair    
consigned to
watching sports    
   
Me waitress      
while you worship    
the bottle in your hand    
reciting blah-blah stories    
only men can understand    
   
Your paunch    
has grown prolific    
and your comb is full of hair    
Life's all a bit too samey    
you don't take me anywhere    
   
Our anti-climax    
beddy byes    
would put a stud to shame    
one grunt and you turn over    
now your pecker's lost its aim    
   
If only you'd come home    
and not slump meekly    
in your chair    
I'd like to feel some muscle    
while I'm ravaged on the stairs    
   
They say love    
never lasts    
and it's just a sham, of course    
but if you can't get it up    
I'll file for our divorce    
   
So let's play    
achy-cakey    
you can lick me till I scream    
before you pulverize my pussy    
and smother me with cream