You do not heed my sighs of need to be paid the same in the work force
As you.Or the need not to ridden like a horse when the mood is not there
I know life is more than washing your drawers cleaning the ***** house
And raising a trio of crying snotty nose kids, even while these hands Scrub the dishes clean I see myself on a slow boat floating down the NILE
Of my dreams far from the crocodiles of bills boredom missed chances
Anxiety tight in my chest each morning that rage slaps me awake
In my mind I  fly on free wings past the temptations of those who Audition as possible lovers yet to be or new friends reaching out glad
Hands of hope  and sizzle. But than I turn on the light of reality when
Sweet baby arms hug my neck or hungry lips of random need ****
My warm ******* until the tide of desire picks me up and takes me Away quickly with a passion of want. And I remember the bountiful
Feasts of good times that we've shared and the many reasons that
We chose each other