We Need To Get Away

Have I told you lately how good you smell when the shower finally spits you out? I can't remember the last time, but it doesn't surprise me, considering how much time we actually spend together these days. I do know I remember how intense we used to be. We need to get away somewhere, just the two of us, before the ruts get any deeper in this marital highway. Let's go, before 'talking dirty' really means: 'If you have a light load going in, don't forget my pj's on the back of the bedroom door...' Before 'wanna catch a quickie? ' really means: 'I'm pooped. Wanna take a nap...? ' Before 'Oh God, I'm coming! ' actually means: 'Don't nag, I'm almost ready! Go and start the car...' Let's go somewhere, while 'Honey, that was fantastic! ' still means more than a Sunday Scrabble win... It's not too late. I still remember.