When I want it
she's too busy
or simply not in the mood.
"Not now!" she protests
polishing her kitchen tools.

When she wants it
I'm too tired
or thinking of other things to do.
"Sometime later darling" I mutter
smiling softly while she is mute. . .

Love may grow richer with age
but sex -
ah how easily it turns
flaccid and grey.