I wrote this poem in 2006 about my husband. Sex is so important to me that when it becomes routine and boring; I’m disappointed.

Robotic actions come from

The misery that has become 

Our lovemaking

Me on top

Moving to a known rhythm 

Of almost deadness

Passion is a thing of our short past

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