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Here's a little poem I composed on Monday night. Josh suggested I submit it to Ladies' Home Journal, but LiveJournal will have to do!
Josh came home looking simply wiped,
I didn't begrudge him while he griped.
And even though he was tired and beat,
He somehow prepared us food to eat.
Now he's retired with aim to unwind,
How can I blame him? I really don't mind.
I leave him alone. I give him his space.
It's hard to relax when I'm up in his face.
It's not that I'm fearful of being accosted,
I just don't bother him when he is exhausted.
I know we will soon again be carousing,
Or partaking in something a bit more arousing.
But tonight what he needs is a little onanism,
He knows best how to extract his own jism.
Josh came home looking simply wiped,
I didn't begrudge him while he griped.
And even though he was tired and beat,
He somehow prepared us food to eat.
Now he's retired with aim to unwind,
How can I blame him? I really don't mind.
I leave him alone. I give him his space.
It's hard to relax when I'm up in his face.
It's not that I'm fearful of being accosted,
I just don't bother him when he is exhausted.
I know we will soon again be carousing,
Or partaking in something a bit more arousing.
But tonight what he needs is a little onanism,
He knows best how to extract his own jism.