Scribble

Those few moments  The youngs were asleep, dishes were clean, Night was far dark.  An hour to mid, dint get sleep, Was watching, smallville's Kent Clark.  Calling my name, Down the stairs, on her tip-toes she came.  That's WHAT you do, when your are free, she smiled and said what a shame.  Got my cues, we quickly went up, man that was ON.  Mouths were cleaned, lips then met, we climbed upon.  Play begun, missed the twins, boy we were glad.  I nibbled, twice she came, and it was wet and hard.  Waited too long, we agreed to do it before it's dry.  Don't know how they knew, just on time, we heard the cry.  In the crib, Two feet tall, she sat on her butt.  Burped and smiled, done for the night, so said my gut.  No complaints, it's the game, my sweet pea needs feeding.  We try again, another day, something will be leading.  Some say it's lost, spark is gone, and full of d...