GOT A BONE

My dog-man gets his ‘bone’,
(His manhood erect grown).
His voice changes in tone,
He descends to that moan,
I respond with my groan,
When by him I am ‘known’.
How we each other own,
In those hot moments flown!

When greyer I have grown
And the decades have flown,
And I’m living alone
And kids call me “Old crone!”
While you have turned to bone
Underneath a gravestone,
I’ll still “hear”, as on phone,
Our bedtime moan and groan!