It’s evening, we’re alone,
the kid’s at work
critters outside
I sneak to her place
on the couch
snatch a kiss
She smiles.
I stroke a hip and
another kiss
then a gentle caress
of her cheek.
That’s when
she pulls back,
nose wrinkled
and says,
“Ewwww,
you’ve got onion hand!”
Three hours in the shop
a shower and
a hot tub and
they still reek.
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