I sulk in the corner she says
we cant play, I throw the
pillow, anger shows I her face.
I am grown up but I want to
play, I bite at her neck she
shoves me away, a nibble is
all I want but she slaps me in
the face.

My fingers touch, she stares
with eyes open wide, I'm
washing my hair you did
that last night.

I hate the feeling of being
ready for it, but she is to
tired to play my little game.

So off to sleep I now go, then
two in the morning she decides
that she is ready to play, I role
over to tired for her games..