Windows Love Dripping

You are all I have ever known
Since we were oh so very young 
To the point I began to taste of your tongue 


You were like my Windows 98 
Compatible with my internal computer 
But far to familiar i could operate you blind in the dark

And that is nice but it lacks spice 
Spark and fire are what my heart desire's 
Not knowing each move you make 
1 step before and ahead of you

I haven't stopped loving you
Regrettably I am just no longer
Revved up by you

So does this mean we are over
I ask myself can I pave over
The nagging fact that our Sex life is over

And if the price for a proverbial roll in the hey
Is a price I am willing to pay
Above the Wallpaper on my Computer

Of you and our Children 
The family home and life we have paved

I wish I could pop this pimple 
Put my desire's to bed
Derail suck base thinking lust off track 

And take me back to the place
When you were my final thought before bed
My stroke come dawn before morning 

Why is Love so hard
After you have filled up my dance card
Shouldn't I love you more today 
Than yesterday 

If only Love 
Was Memory on an Old Computer

There would be no need for cleaning windows
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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