Frustration

The night begins,
with a simple kiss,
we walk to the park,
and start the eve,

I lay down a blanket,
and set out the meal,
we sit down holding hands,
and smile with glee,

Our next stop is a beautiful place,
filled with many flowers,
I watch you take in their sweet scents,
my head fills with joy,

Our next stop is back home,
to cuddle near a fire,
I lean near your ear,
and whisper to you my love,

The passion rises,
as the flames die down,
I suggest the bed,
as you smile and nod,

We go and lie down,
as I try to raise the passion higher,
then you say the four words all men dread,
"I have a headache."