Entering into, the master bedroom, there’s that scent, of heat all around me…
Entering into, the master bedroom, I saw you, lying in the middle of the bed, and, I crawled, on top of you, and, I hear you start to moan and groan, as I touched, stroked your body.
what you were, expecting…
Entering into, the master bedroom, I lit up, those scented candles (yeah right, I absolutely HATE those!!!), I’d, prepped myself for you, waiting for you, in my lingerie (that I don’t even own!!!), but, you never came…
Entering into, the master bedroom, you’ll, find that typed up note, a Dear John, with the divorce papers, attached to it, and, everything that’s yours, OUT on the god DAMN lawn, ‘cuz I get the FUCKING house in the divorce!
but instead, this, would be, what you got!!!
on the pillows, sketch from online
Entering into, the master bedroom, you were, expecting, a night of, unending passion, aren’t you??? Well, I’m, too tired, to FUCK right now, been running ‘round, working my nine-to-five and, came home, cleaned up the house, cooked you your meal, and bathed the kids, put them to bed, with their bedtime story…
So no, not in the mood here.
The Ivory Tower of My Mind 