All in a day's work!

Some of them speak out loud
Some talk to their sounding boards
When to a woman both options be averse
The only thing left is to cry in verse


I wonder if love be jus lust after all
Which when thrusts be done is…
All in a days work

Is a soulful act of love
So routine and regular
that it does nothing but
ruin your dress after all?

Swish swish kiss kiss
And SHE knows no more
In every kiss there’s bliss
In every swish there’s HIS

And then she opens her eyes
Dreaming lightly.. feeling nice..
In surprise she sees a bare room
Left to pick up her pieces in gloom?
How funny..she notes wid pain..
There’s no one here now where he had lain..

Instead there’s a man who’s fully dressed
Staring at the watch at his impatient best
Aren’t you decent yet..his looked seemed to tell
Little indulgences expected..THE LOOK automatically quelled..

You rack your brains “Have I upset him?”
Can’t find any reason…can’t find any jusfcn....
“Its jus him…you tell yourself”
or “am I just a whim?” you ask yourself

No.. No.. how can that be..he loves you so much ..can’t you see?
I see I see ..but why the hell can’t he jus be
The sensitive lover he’s always been?
What could be more important than finishing the act
and seal the love within wonderful tact?