Hate All the Chores

I like her
She likes me
 
Life is full of needs
that don't allow you to proceed.
A smart person knows they aren't important,
so why is free time shortened?
 
Distractions, procrastination and such.
Over scheduled, complexity, debt, keeping up,
it is all too much.
 
Finally it is bedtime,
alone together at last but so weary.
Say goodnights, love you and all,
but love-making isn't even a query.
Spooning, soon fast asleep.
 
I dream of her and she of me.
Under the moon beams,
we copulate at last.
The alarm rings,
morning has come to fast.
 
Yes, it was just a dream,
we long for each other more.
Rush, out the door.
Dam, I hate all the chores.