05.June.2001

domestic

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red, red wine

I am domestic. I am maternal. My vacation time is nearing its end, well, in 7 days. I am craving this heat.

So I made dinner for the kids, and ate with them, and washed after them, and tidied the kitchen, and pretended this house was mine, and I turned off the ceiling fans, and I poured a glass of wine, and I came upstairs, and I thought:

What a perfect evening this would be if I were pressed into my pillows and pounded from the inside.

I'm really starting to scare myself.

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time & machine