114. almost there *

She comes home around 12 every night & I figure that maybe she works behind a bar. It’s cold & black out there as she clip-clop clip-clops up the stairs in her high heels & I always try to stay awake for her beneath the duvet. I’ve only seen her once or twice, slim & blonde & very sweet but there’s no lovers on the scene for us two;   she kicks off her shoes & I hear the bathroom light come on, a moment’s pause then a stream of golden heaven plays for me as I hold my breath to hear every drop & I’m almost there as she delivers once more.