The Screamer

Our children gone, our empty nest now is our time to enjoy our zest, then in our bedroom a problem arose my wife's new freedom, she lost her compose. With the children gone no one to hear passions she would scream, no shame to bear. Her cries of lust would fill the room and reverberate all afternoon. I would muffle her mouth, with my hand in fear her excitement that our neighbors could hear. A distraction to me, to say the least I could only pray for quit and piece. That noise put me off my given task my performance suffered something I lack. She would scream so loud my ears may pop. "You sick pervert don't touch me!-Stop!"