Spice it Up

I like to think of my future self As a hot housewife who radiates sex Until she seems to burn and simmer Lounging across the dinner room table Stark naked Holding a can of whipped cream Saying, ”Hey, Honey, look what I made for dinner,” But somehow I know that won’t be me There will be Too many storybooks to read Too many dishes to wash Too many clothes to clean By the end of the day All I’ll want to do is catch up on sleep I desperately need But where has the romance gone, Passion that leaves you weak in the knees and dizzy? Does that recede with the wave of hormones That engulf every adolescent Or is it simply not as enticing When you’re no longer being drilled With the “stay abstinent” lesson I don’t know about you But today’s divorce rates scare me I believe the culprit is lack of intimacy I’m not just talking about the physical Let’s not focus purely on the sexual But the equally as crucial Mental and emotional Once you’ve slipped the ring on I don’t doubt you’ve explored Every dusty corner of their heart The words, “I love you,” are no stranger to your lips But over the years Where you end up is never where you start We like to think our parents are the best models So experienced, so mature But love is inevitably subject to change Since it is a living breathing creature What was once a sensual glance A fluttering pulse Is now a soft and steady Marathon romance Often daily life erodes their vows The pieces drift apart Vines of bitterness Strangle the heart Now you know as well as me I haven’t got all the answers Hell I’m only fifteen! But one day discovering Sustainable infatuation Will lead me to a marriage That is anything but routine