“You really need to take better care of yourself”
she said,
“I’ve been looking at cookbooks,
trying to make up a grocery list.”
"I am hungry” I said,
“Not now!
you know, chicken, asparagus, stuff like that”
she said.
“I was thinking more like a double-whopper
with cheese” I said.
“Why didn’t you come out and tell me goodnight
after your shower?” she asked.
“Because I knew
if I waited long enough,
you’d come in here and ask me that,
then you’d start rubbing my chest,
and we’d end up having great sex,
we go through this every time,
I just eliminated the middle step”
I said.
“You think so huh?” she said,
as she began rubbing my chest;
I still want that
double-whopper
with cheese.
.
.
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