Pick the perfect play list on this phone of mine. Crank it up.
Slip into something slinky, after a long hot soak in the bathtub. Smelling fresh and fruity like the lotion I prefer.
Pour that glass of wine.
Look him in the eye and begin to sway ever so lazy. Listening to each sensual beat and letting it take over.
Watching him step ever so close before laying hands upon my shoulders and pressing his mouth hard against mine.
Letting him push me back against the wall and passion flow from him to me and back to him.
We know where this will end.
Tangled sheets and slick bodies pressed together. Clinging to each other as if there is no other way to survive.
All that transpired before this moment forgotten. Becoming one and letting all worries slide away. Knowing that I belong to you and you belong to me.
The door is closed and locked.
But the kids know where we are and nights like this they prove to be restless. And the inevitable knock upon the door will threaten to bring us back to earth. Taming the urgency and leaving a taste of what will happen once the kids are settled again.
August 9 2016
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