Today I have the peace that I require
To let my feelings, roam around desire
Switch off the computer and kiss
My one true love who embraces my fits
She waits patiently every evening
For me to finish watching people swing
I normally cannot contain myself
She has to use her fingers on herself
Today our son has graced us with his leave
He went to nursery, I did not grieve
Allowing me the chance to get erect
By feeling my lady’s pierced tongue connect
She slips and slides it up and down so well
No wonder my weapon begins to swell
I should be giving her the go ahead each night
To work her magic on our painful plight
She never has a headache or complains
It’s my own fault I don’t screw out her brains
Instead, I watch all kinds of sexual acts
Performed by strangers who do not crotch wax
I think I should leave all this filth behind
It’s worked its way into the recesses of my mind
Don’t want to work on my relationship
I only want to see foreign girls strip
So hard to resurrect a dying love
Especially when push it comes to shove
My wife, she certainly has good technique
Maybe I should engage her at least once a week
That could rekindle my long-lost desire
Ignite the embers of our fading fire
I wouldn’t then have the need to spend
Most of my life staring at my bell end
Cheers!
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