Seperate Bathrooms Over Sixty
We can still love each other, to our dying day. We can maintain some of that magic when things were new. Didn’t mind elbows in the night, or bodily functions to name a few. Waking up and admiring the view. Seperate bathrooms permit waking up and servicing the appropriate parts. Don’t have to be exposed to the dreaded morning farts. Cleanliness is next to Godliness or so the saying goes, I guess it is true. But what man can clean or want to,as good as you? So what if there is twenty feet between my commode and you. If we want to get frisky, we can still enjoy the view.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2018
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