Poor performance, kid!

I'm not one to boast,
but I've spent a lot of time
on the mattress,
and I haven't done it
alone.
The beer doesn't beat me,
and somehow, stamina
has been kind to me.

Sitting here, as my eyes sting
and my woman works
I am fortunate enough
to gain an insight
in to how the straight laced
go about 'it.'

The bed above me
shook for no more
than a minute,
and that poor girl,
somehow, got
so close,
but not close enough.

I suppose for some
a whimper is enough,
but I'm going to drain
my drink and get another
with a smile on my face...
Thinking of that girl
staring at her sleeping man
who grins unconsciously
whilst she waits
for something
better than she has.