Passion

                  We were married two years ago,

                 Our original passion was fading in its flow.

                 I feel I must relight it again

                 To save our marriage coming under strain.

                 I have not put on too much weight since we were wed,

                 When we make love we satisfy each other in bed.

                 We used to make love three times a week,

                 Now  only once a fortnight my loving arms he does seek.

                 I have decided I don't want him looking else where,

                 Falling into the arms of another woman I could not bear.

                So I am going on the attack, changing my underwear,

                I want us back as a passionate pair.

                I have bought several pairs of saucy panties,

               Wishing to stir the fires with enticing scanties.

               Brought some bras showing plenty of cleavage,

               All designed to give me plenty of leverage.

               I bought two pairs  of black stockings which he admires,

               Now I am ready to kindle his fires.

              I wear a shortish skirt to show a thigh,

              Now iI want more than my man's adoring sigh.

             Well my plan has worked out I am pleased to say,

             On Saturday I wore my alluring array.

             It was not long before he took me to bed,

             He was as passionate as on the night we were wed.

             Next morning I told him straight

             I did not want  want last nights passion to abate.

            I wanted him to  make love me a lot more,

           He realized I was serious and that was the score,

           Now he does, with much pleasure i am sure.