The intimate sands of our love would kindle the palms of our martial bliss,
Over time your granules of callousness have slipped through my weathered slits.
Your loving hands would caress the curvature of my once insatiable figure,
But now our adhesiveness has weakened and lovemaking seems unfamiliar.
The waft of my heavenly scent would send hurling sensations to my manhood,
Lately, I've yearned to discuss our seemingly irreparable future, or if I should.
My white flag has been tossed, I'll surrender to allow your happiness to soar,
Your forced attempts of affection has expired, since it feels like a daily chore.
Sometimes letting go is for the betterment when lovers morph into bickering roommates,
As our existence flash before my eyes, I'll forever remember my nervousness on our first date.
D M WILLIAMS