Love Is like dishesThe end of the dayWhen a chore has to be madeLove is like dishes

“Where have you been?” You asked with a wicked grin.Here…there…I saidWaiting... dreaming... in bed.“For who? Of whom?”You asked with a boomand the crack of the whipas I winced and bit my lip.You… Me… She…I trembled, trying to flee.“Elaborate,” you snapped.As...