Saturday, February 22, 2025

what's wrong now?

what's wrong,
i ask
her, as she wipes a tear from
her eye.
still in
her sheer nightie
and high
heels
and thigh highs.
oh nothing, she says.
i'm fine.
truly i am.
i just have a little
post coital
dysphoria
sometimes.
it's not that uncommon.
i was reading about it
in a new
psychology book
i bought on
Amazon.
it'll pass. should we
have breakfast
now.
sure, i tell her.
pancakes and bacon?
of course, she says,
the pleasure is
all mine.
let me get out of this
outfit
and put
an apron on.

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