Tales of Domestic Bliss
When Husbands Attack
Many mornings I have woke to find myself the victim of a stabbing. There is a protrusion from my husband’s boxer briefs that is gently nudging me in the back. Then I hear the words whispered in an almost laughing voice, “Poke, poke, poke.”
Forget flowers, expensive dinners, seductive music, dim lighting. All it takes is “Poke, poke, poke.”
it must be wonderful…*sigh*
Some foreplay, eh? Maybe I shouldn’t go there.
Poke, eh? well, whatever it takes, I suppose …lol!
hehe…yep, that’s all it takes!
lol…i’m sorry, i had to roll on that one. My husband and my mornings are exactly the same.
I have to admit super jealousy here. Sure wish I had someone to wake up with daily…and a little poke.
Have a great day!
Haha! That is so funny.
We all must remember the simple things in life!
*lol* My husband and I use that phrase jokingly as well…
Oh geez ~ what a romantic! LOL!