Oh, sex, I always forget about you. I'm so 'busy', there are children all around, my brain spins with the useless decisions and constant 'thought', all day, all day, so much so much and there is just so little time for sleep, at the end of all that dread for 'bedtime... and then there is the warmth now of the blankets and the lull of deep breaths and the radiation of the heat from the mass of bodies in my bed. and the lurker at the other end of that mass? oh, a nice one, he.
Oh boy, that same he leaves for five days from work tonight, the kiss this morning, free of anger, free of recriminations, was sweet...sad, already full of longing... for return.
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What is this sex thing you talk about? Apparently, my three kids are proof that I used to do it but damn it... if I could only remember.
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