Love SICK

You run up stairs quickly to read the poem to her. She looks tired.

"Hey baby, listen to what I wrote for you!"
"Hm? Can it wait? I'm really tired."
"Yeah, but this is different, I got something special in mind!"
"Oh alright."

You begin to read your poem, while clumsily attempting to take off your clothes. It's a half assed attempt all the way around. By the end of all of it, you're standing butt ass naked in front of her. If you had chosen to do one or the other, your sister might've been more impressed, but instead she's more amused than anything. Still, that's at least a step in the right direction.

"Okay, well that was a very sweet attempt to be romantic and I appreciate the effort, but I'm very tired and I'm going to sleep."
"Wait! Didn't that do anything for you?"
"Well other than laugh, not really."
"But it's our anniversary, I thought we we're going to…" you begin grinding up against her at this point.
"Oh alright, if you must have your way with me you can, but don't expect me to do anything except lay there."
"That's okay, I'll just pretend you're a dead body!" you say and pick her up to carry her off to the bedroom
"Wow, you really know how sweet talk a girl." Your sister says half-asleep.
End Of Story