I remove my socks and toss <br />them into their designated corner <br />to be exiled along with all of my <br />other dirty laundry discards; so lucky <br />to have you cleaning up after me, <br />for I am truly a slob at heart. <br />Twenty six years and counting, <br />I know our marriage is stronger <br />than my most predominant weaknesses <br />and innermost desires. <br />To concede a victory to a chance encounter <br />with an attractive love <br /> outside of our protected domain <br />is not even a consideration to me any longer. <br />I am so far beyond cheating, it is almost laughable. <br />Boxers or briefs, panties, bras or thongs; we <br />remain compatible regardless of what seemed at times <br />an almost relentless pressure to fail… <br />This world is full of infidelities, <br />pornographic stains and pecker tracks, <br />peep shows always cost the voyeur more than he can afford … <br />Our elastic waistbands have expanded <br />with the fat of time; levies been breached <br />and your once perfect double D cups have now <br />become more than just a handful. <br />But I still love you <br />If for no other reason than I don’t know how to do anything else <br />and you aren’t the type woman who complains…. <br /> <br />2008 © TS<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/built-a-shed-over-the-tool/
