dirty talk

i told her that

it turned me on when she

talked dirty,

it melted my butter

when she whispered

dirty things into my ear

to get me aroused and

excited. i dimmed

the lights

and climbed in bed

next to her.

okay, i told her.

i'm ready.

okay, she said,

well,

tomorrow i'm going

to clean the bathrooms

she said,

all of them,

and then

vacuum

the entire house, 

the cobwebs will be gone.

i'm going to spray

windex on the windows.

i'm going to

change the sheets on

the bed, do all the laundry.

all of it, then

fold it and carry it upstairs

in a basket,

and then, and then,

yes, yes,

go on, i told her.

don't stop.

i'm going to wash and wax

the kitchen floor

on my hands and knees,

so that it's clean enough

to eat off of.

oh my God,

whew, i said. exhaling, 

exhausted and out of breath,

a smile on  my face.

i lit a cigarette.

and leaned back to look

at her.

you're amazing, 

you know that?