kids are away with grandparents or friends,
and we're alone to reap the dividends
we're due on our account of pent-up lust;
Let's rip each other's clothes off, feel the sun
on our unmentionables! Let's christen each
and every room, make such love as would teach
Eros a thing or two 'bout how it's done!
What's that you say? Come on, housework can wait!
No need to do the dishes now. Oh please!
I'll scrub the toilets later. Let's just--jeez.
No, never mind. It's fine. In fact, it's great.
You take a nap. I'll tidy things down here.
No, I'm not mad. Why would I be, my dear?
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