I love you
But I miss the sparks that fly
From new lusts fire
When the thought of you
Made my heart race and my **** wet
Rather than what we might
Have for dinner and watch on the TV
Now we loll
In the same sleepy bed
Side by side
We pour our passions into our devices
We book calendar time for ***
Yet I love you
Who you are, who you have made me
Our life without drama
I still miss the sparks