Hope the phone bill isn't too high.
All he did last week was call
me from out of town.
Today he finally came home with
three red roses so I made him
twelve blueberry muffins.
For hours we kissed under moonlight
touching his mouth with my tongue...
that electric tongue.
I put his two suitcases away
telling him to please be careful
with my clean floor.
Maybe one million times
I've told that man not to
make such as mess!
After twenty years, who's counting?