Making Love

Those early days of passion when we went at it like rabbits now long since have been replaced by crochet, crosswords and such habits. A sudden wave of passion and straight up the stairs we tramp, only to find when both undressed that one of us has cramp. And changing our positions gets a knee thrust in the guts or worse still there's that sudden scream from badly twisted nuts. The last lap interrupted by the call of someone's bladder or the window cleaner falling back in shock from off his ladder. Those days of quiet bonding now replaced by loud commands or the cursing from you rolling over, trapping both my hands. The elegance of Karma Sutra that we used to know now replaced by Sumo wrestling from a pair of buffaloes. So nowadays when our urges flare we wonder do we risk it and end up lying side by side with cups of tea and biscuits. Should one of us find that we're now on all cylinders firing, we'll have a hug and just hold hands- since that is far less tiring.