i can smell her she's coming
sweet perfume refreshing
tick tock of her heels, melody
creaking door nearing to me
i pretend i'm asleep, snoring
probably felt car hood hot
i rather offer her cold drinks
newly cook food for dinner
whichever work to her best
romantic greetings with kiss
she'll be suspicious, i'm finish
or ' how's your day honey? '
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