'er indoors,yes,'ER!

at the weekend i'm waiting for her to go to bed,
so that i can bed down.

and now,

i'm waiting for her to get up,
so that i can go to bed.

9.30.
and she still in bed.

y'know?
sometimes i'll go in and see her lying ther,
awake,
knees up,
legs apart,
under the covers.
and i imagine that wet sloppy gash.
(maybe not so wet nowadays)
like two pieces of damp sandpaper,
in the middle of a mass of wire wool.


not a fuckin chance.

and there was a time,
when i wouldhave happily eaten off it.
breakfast dinner and tea.

life eh?

Is it wrong that I should both want to have sex and work on my hardwood floor?

erixter wrote:
and i imagine that wet sloppy gash.
(maybe not so wet nowadays)
like two pieces of damp sandpaper,
in the middle of a mass of wire wool.