Sanctuary. Cradle of contentment
As the day winds down.
Craving of the working stiff
From
Longing desperately to
Cross her threshold
And to melt into her arms
Where I’ll be safely settled.,
Coddled in her restful womb.
Not a thought of leaving her
Outside of grave necessity.
Feet propped up, the dishes done,
TV rolling out its’ senseless drivel
Drowning, droning until
Eyelids gently fall to peaceful slumber.
Now the day forgot,
If only for a little while.
No more obligations this day.
No more rat race cluttering the mind.
Content to let the world go by.
Content to just stay home.
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