The oils she rubs into me makes me smooth and so slippery,we indulge in some frippery and we laugh quite hysterically.
The bath is our swimming pool,she swims and I play the fool,maybe it's not too cool but what do we care.
The bedroom's a boom or bust,we're old and we have to trust that what happens there are things we must
accept.
The kitchen is her domain,that, I need not explain.
The garden is my empire from the potting shed to the compost fire and I desire no more than this, a cup of tea and a bedtime kiss and all points in between.