My dick is lame but I am not

the thought of you still makes me hot

perhaps I can no longer fuck

that doesn't mean that we are stuck

to live our lives with no more sex

I'm still your husband, not your ex

you say you love me, but I feel

those words all sound no longer real

have you forgotten that my tongue

could make you moan, and pant and cum

don't you remember how my lips

would make you cry and buck your hips

how with my fingers I could make

you cum so hard that you would shake

that you would beg me not to stop

to take you once more to the top

but now all that seems not enough

you want to fuck, and not make love

or maybe just no more with me

and is what I refused to see

the bitter truth, you're still my wife

but you no longer share my life