WHAT AM I DOING TO ME?

I’m sure all you ladies would vibe with my woes,
I’ve picked yet another example of those …
You know, the guys who haven’t a clue,
I must be a sucker for “What do I do?”

God damn my eternal mother’s instinct;
I need a strong lover, not his weaker link!
Oh well I can teach him, someone’s gotta try…
I sigh, kiss him gently and whisper sweet lies.

He’s starting to get it, oh yes that’s the way …
Now come on lover I’ll teach you to play!
My breathing gets quicker as he gently explores,
Wait! I cannot believe it… did I just hear snores?

I come back to earth with a hell of a thud …
He’s obviously drunk and what’s more he’s a dud!
Despite my intention to salvage his pride,
In the throes of frustration I’m sorry I lied!

I sit up in bed and turn on the light,
I might as well read, no loving tonight.
In my anger I bite him so he feels my pain ..
I bet after tonight he won’t pass out again!
(c) Sandra Anne Beal