Where the Honeymoon Ends
He said,
"wear your bedroom shoes darling,
and all those black frilly things
that need garters, suspenders, and straps.
She smiled secretly to herself
knowing he would turn up in 2 day old shorts
unshaved, a little drunk and probably
forgetting to shower.
So when the time came
she surprised him in the boudoir
dressed in an old housecoat,
legs unshaved, and hair in curlers.
Typically, he turned off the light
and got right to it.
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