Sex with you

Involving
Used condoms
And damp sheets
Needing washing

Mornings
Sleepy eyes
Yawns and Coffee
To wake us

Then the ever
Present morning rush
To shower, shave, brush
And off

Life
Became
All encompassing
Drowning us with apathy

We never
Had the time
To cuddle and
Hold each other tight

~*~

Sex
With you
Was always
Wild

Filled
With scarves,
Slaps and pinches
Kinkiness so in with us

We loved it
Hard and fast
And slow and lingering
And never could get enough

When morning came
We'd roll out of the bed
Reluctantly
And start the day

And go
About the daily monotony
Starving for each other
And falling deeper

When the sun set
It was our cue
To head for bed
But not to sleep

~*~

Sex
With you
Was always
Simple

Very proper
Filled with lots of
"Are you enjoying?"
"Did you cum?"

I sometimes
Wondered if you
Really wanted the
Answers at all

You
Seemed so sincere
But if I had answered "No",
What would you have said?

Eventually
The constant interrogations
Post-coital ruined my mood
And we drifted apart

Sadly
I never
Really did enjoy it
Now I don't miss you

~*~

Sex
With you
Was always
Perfect

Striving
Towards the tunnel
Wanting to reach
The opening

We would
Cling to each other's
Sweaty bodies
And drift to dreams

When
The sun rose
We would lay there
Amongst the wrinkled linens

We would
Look into each others
Eyes filled with passion
And moan about life interrupting

We
Always were
Perfectly suited
And still are.