"how can you be in bed so fast? we just got home five minutes ago?"*
You got girlie stuff to do babe.
unlock the front door, thirty steps to our bed.
maybe stop to basketball shoot ***** clothes into a swish of the hamper's netting
or, maybe not.
turn off the overhead left handed in a single motion, a highlight video, both left foot socks hid in the snow boots, outside the front door.
my unseen girlie stuff, requires me in state of ******, while you be prepping.
face washed, creamed, hair n' tooth brushed, other stuff, unmentionable.
am doing my thing...
my girlie stuff
starting a poem interruptus my pre-Coitus exercise, just a new love poem conception, initiated, doing my thing, waiting on you primped n'pumped, décolletage clad, to give me that girlie stuff closing stanza