Broke Frustrate

Sliding through tonight without
Sheer panties, wearing
Infantile desires yearning your
Unzipped fancies. But a couch potato
Would rather fuck static and
Leave tangibility alone;
Sensually, taste beer, farts, and
Pornos its safer
Than sharing bodies subliminally
Souls, thirsting for the ultimate
Euphoria only to sweat in
Meaninglessness.
I only wanted that
But you're bored with
This to the point sex is a
Malnutrition to your high blood pressure
My insomnia
Our relationship.
So I sit on the couch drink a beer
With your oblivious ass, masturbating
The same talk show, longing
To reach the same
Orgasm.