Snow On The Roof, Fire In The Furnace

I'm a little bit older.

And a little bit slower.

Grey hair on the sides.

Brown hair on top that doesn't hide.

But below the belt.

I still have the heat to melt.

Everything still works like before.

No Viagra, Ceialis, voodoo cure.

I still have the urge to merge.

But not as often as I need to purge.

Twice a week with my girlfriend.

Three times when I see her bend.

With snow on the roof.

There is still proof.

That the fire in the furnace.

Is burning in earnest.