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?