Thursday, January 17, 2013

Groan

In the morning, yes, your leg over me, pressing and grinding against each other because we have night clothes on and the door's open and the child is humming in the next room but I groan anyway, because I do.

We lock the door and the child is alarmed and we send her off to watch tv. Someday she;ll figure out that tv time = parents having sex. Not yet.

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