i remember the time she bought
me a pair
of red silk
underpants for valentine's day
and i bought her
a complete outfit
of stockings, heels,
and seductively sheer
lingerie. there may have
been a riding crop
involved, but i'm not sure.
costumes for the night
as we drank champagne
and ate lobster.
blocking off the stairs
so that the kid
couldn't come down and ruin
our amorous holiday.
the next day, as he was
eating his cereal, he
looked up at me and said,
why was mommy screaming
last night. i couldn't
sleep.
oh my, i said. i
don't know, maybe it was
just a bad dream.
he let it go at that
thankfully,
those were the days.
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