MY HEALTH GETS IN THE WAY (INSPIRED BY TRUELOVER'S POEM)

My health gets in the way.
Here I am in the hay
I occupy full time;
but in it you won't climb,
like when you would step in
stripped down to naked skin.
 
That chariot of fire
is bereft of desire
that we don't now express.
My need for tenderness
was for time abated,
then came thoughts x-rated.
 
You say, 'Patience, lover;
must let you recover.'
If you would be naughty
when you come visit me....
just you getting upon
me would sure bring me on!
 
You ask the nurse for me;
'Curtain off bed, no see.'
Then yourself you could show
under coat, commando
to my bed-captive sight,
then see how I excite!
 
If tempted, come astride
and help Dick slip inside;
I know you have the poise
and won't make too much noise
while you and I jig-jig.
Who cares neighbours might twig?
 
Where there's will there's a way;
you dare come make my day.