Blah, blah, no one reads me anyway!

It's minutes before I am going to bed and here I am posting something that no one will read! I suppose that doesn't matter very much. I am here for me. I am here to unload these thoughts from my head. I can say that sex has been on my mind a lot lately. However, it has been on the mind of my husband about once in the last month. I find that pitiful and am beginning to wonder if I'm just not as attractive to him anymore. Regardless, here is a short ode.


Ode to a husband

I wanted to let you know
that I masturbate at least
five times a week and mostly
while you are at work.

This is what happens
at the end of my work day:
I feed the pets
I eat lunch
and then make my way to the bedroom.
I do not think of you,
but I do feel an enormous
amount of relief and a tingle
from my fingers to my toes
as I lay there with
my panties around my ankles.

Sometimes when you're home
I sneak off to the bedroom
and tell you I'm going to change clothes
pull out pictures of old boyfriends
and muffle the noise with the tv.

I still wish you would fuck me.

I also have elaborate fantasies
about your step brother visiting
in the afternoon for a quickie
so fast that we don't bother with condoms.
He just props me against the cold, brown
paneling and fucks me hard
leaves it in me
and hurries out the door.

I still love you.

I still wait only for you
to fuck these pictures out of my head.