I thought I would have a little fun today, with a poem about ‘faking it’. Meg Ryan has a lot to answer for!
The kids, at last, are sleeping
Your partner’s in the mood
He’s nibbling on your earlobe
But you’d rather have some food!
You try to get your groove on
As his kisses get more urgent
He’s yearning for some loving
You’re thinking about detergent!
Your top has been unbuttoned
And he’s just unclasped your bra
You moan when you remember
That you forgot to tax the car!
The rest of the clothes are discarded
You need to show some willing
He lays you on the carpet
Now your bloody back is killing!
The rhythm is getting faster
You moan and sigh for good measure
The carpet burns have put a stop
To you having any pleasure
You feel the rush, and he relaxes
All happy now and sated
Whilst you are feeling quite put out
-Sex is so over-rated!