Cobwebs on the ceiling
Women do strive to keep lust alive,
but it's really an onerous task.
After grunting and groaning, and copious moaning,
"How was it for you?" men will ask.
"It was marvellous, dear" you sigh in his ear
as you count the cobwebs on the ceiling
If he knew in your mind you'd been cleaning the blind
it would send his self confidence reeling.
But, let us face facts
if they cleaned up their acts
and offered us romance and flowers
The most tired girl would give it a whirl,
and go like a rabbit for hours.
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