Passionate Phrases

“Ooh, don’t stop”, she says to me when massaging her feet at night; “Ooh, don’t stop”, she whines when flipping channels and a game comes into sight; “Ooh, don’t stop”, she orders when pushing the grocery cart past the cold beer aisle; “Ooh, don’t stop”, she barks when I take a dishwashing break for awhile. “Give me more, baby”, she says when pouring her a glass of wine; “Give me more, baby”, she demands when I get out of the ATM line; “Give me more, baby”, she pleads when putting her gifts under the Christmas tree; “Give me more, baby”, she requests when editing my last will and testimony. “You’re the best”, she says to the girl who dresses her hair; “You’re the best”, she announces to the teachers who provide day care; “You’re the best”, she moans to her favorite flavor of ice cream; “You’re the best”, she states to the tailor who lets out her seams. But what do I hear in bed at night when amorous I get? These phrases she so commonly uses, she seems to then forget. In twenty years of trying to please, I haven’t heard one yet; The truth of the matter, the fact of it is, I hear the opposite.