Man's Little Blue Wonder Pill

Man’s little blue wonder pill  
Enlarging his loins at its will
Adding time to an old Buck  
Making Love has gotten better, without wishing for sheer luck  
His senile ears once again hearing the songs of his lady’s weakening groans  
A pill to steal back his youth  
His woman and him are now knocking boots  
  
CEO in the boardroom  
No more sighing as he looks down in a non-flaccid gloom  
Playful toys  
Now used by a grown man-boy  
Lingerie, stilettoes, massage oil, once hidden  
Give man an hour for kinky sex, some say is forbidden  
Damn the bottle is now empty  
The door open and his woman's lingerie is skimpy  
   
The drug store an hour away  
Whispers of love needed tonight from signing deals all day  
Me and my spouse  
Like teenagers sneaking out the house  
I look over at my woman’s youthfulness displayed in her lovely face  
Thank goodness, after all these years she can keep up with my  slower pace  
My palms stuck on the steering wheel.  
Why don’t I try to please her with my superman state of fleshly steel.  
What if she says she can’t feel, will it be a defeat to my ego’s zeal  
   
I crank up the car  
I looked down at the E on the gas gage, knowing we will not get that far  
Oh no, I looked over at her  
No time for plans to defer  
Our carnal pleasure, we must let out its cage  
If not, internal yearning of lust, and its unbridled rage  
I rest my head against the headrest  
Body now crawling with untimely stress  
Haven’t disrobe her or me and not one blue pill left  
Lips have not been met  
   
The stroke to my hand advising me it’s all right  
There will always be some other night  
Come inside, we could cuddle like we use too  
It’s always have been just me and you  
As we walk back into our home  
A stage of our imagination is where love will always roam  
But my little blue wonder pill I could have cashed in on the fruits of its thrill  
The lust of my woman’s body would have paid that bill on its own free will