Something is wrong
With him and me.
Back aches, work
Whines for my attention.
Wet wood won’t fire.
Over the dinner table,
Dull talk. Tired embraces.
Where is the lust?
The wires don’t conduct
Today, between us.
An Etiquette Guide for Sluts
For you. Erotic. Poetic. Romantic. ROFL. No, sorry, not that last one.
Shit Buddha Forgot To Say
Deeper
A Warm Wind
An Etiquette Guide for Sluts 
Rose, I knew these same feelings, only too well, I’d feel them in silence, my unspoken yell, all that lost passion, those feelings of lust, now there’s no sparking, its all turned to dust. CS
Yeah – not too good, huh. I wrote this about four years into my 16 year marriage.
Wow, 4 years into it, I didn’t really feel that much depth of desperation until the last 3-4 of mine.
Well, the feeling came and went and came…and then went. Permanently.
there are days like this.. felt…
Yep! thanks.
thats life.
sadly it is, sometimes!