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I Came Home Late

I came home late, and what do I see?
My dear sweet lovely,
Still waiting for me.
And you set me a plate
Asleep you may be,
For your care my love
I do thank thee.

I pull the chair out
And I whisper thank you,
I hold your head up
And to bed I carry you,
So you may rest well
But your sleep is a farce.
You're as light as a feather,
with a really great arse.

I lay you down softly
You beg me not to go,
For awake you have been
It was an act, a show.
You pull me up close
And you give me a kiss,
As well as a hug
And not one you'd miss.

You should be asleep
You should see dreams,
But there's something you want
To me this seems.
You know my weakness,
You know I can't say no.
When you ask like that,
I just can't go.

I bring you in tightly
I hold you so close,
It's my love that you want
And more than one dose.
We finish with a tangle
Of sheets from the bed,
Your lithe little body
Does a number with my head.

About the dinner
I say thank you so much,
Though the meal was not touched
I still ate too much.
Right next to me,
You fall into slumber,
By the time morning comes
I'll be as hard as lumber.

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