Affectionate Indifference

We'd carried on for years
early mornings as
your daughter slept upstairs
love on a couch in front of the tv
the taste of your very tight vagina
Cock sucking never your thing
You obliged
My penis piston pumping you full of lava
I'd open my eyes, you'd be watching TV

The last time we made love
your hands on my naked ass
pulled me deeper inside you
My penis erupted like Vesuvius
We'd made love so so many times
That was new--a first, felt good
I wondered where that pull came from
Had you learned from a new lover?

All thing come to an end, often unexpectedly
Words of love mixed with impossible demands
I'd satisfied you with sex, money, gifts of all sorts
That was one thing I couldn't offer
We became you and me, I didn't protest
It was a great convenience to be rid of you
How easily love turns to affectionate indifference
I miss your tight pussy but there are so many women
who enjoy sucking cock and turn off the TV