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... I ask you about your day,you sigh and without the slightest acknowledgement of my beautiful presence,you reply."Tough.Rough.You know the drill!
So I make a move; put my arms around this man that I love,and, "tell me about it baby?" I ask, my lips seeking yours,fingers on their mark,ready to unbutton your uniform and unburden this body that I adore!    
"You do know I cannot talk about it,right?!" You reply,in a tone as indifferent as ice. "It is all classified."    
"Is dinner ready?"    
I swallow my wounded pride,set the table and await for you to notice the delightful ambiance and the scent of your favorite candles and perhaps, just perhaps,ask about my day.    
But the minute you put the knife and folk down,you make your way to the mini bar,fill your glass,briefcase in hand and match on to your man cave!      
Paperwork!Paperwork!Working on papers that you now bring home every single night!    
Upstairs I place your all time classic on the player.You walk in right on, when Barry White magical codes in The Secret Garden by Quincy Jones takes over. I smile at you across the room hoping this lecherous lingerie and the flame in my eyes will put a move on your hood and steer us to a long soulful red night.    
You barely throw me a glance before you hop into bed and switch off your bedside light.    
Undeterred,I come on to you.    
Determined to nourish my man with juices of this ripe petite Vine;I run my hands on your brown skin,softly, caressing those places that awakes the man within!But you grudgingly shake off my arms groaning  ''Baby I'm too tired!Gotta ton on my mind!" So I ran my wet tongue,gently,provokingly,on your earlobe and whisper, "you wanna tell me about it Captain?"      
"It's classified!" You retort and turn over with might,almost thrusting me to the floor!    
Classified!Classified!Damn Classified!    
I wish for just one night,this night,of all nights,you would pin me on this wall and decode every inch of  my burning body!    
Just this once baby,make me your mission!Deploy your stocky arms on all my coordinates!Inspect and evaluate each and all of my trigger points;Search me in when you're done with the outside!    
Just this one night,tonight!I wish you would put on your full love making combat gear, make my body your battlefield.Until I am entirely yours,unclassified!    
Classified!Classified!Damn Classified!!!    
#Diary of an army wife.    
©Peninah Ng'ang'a.    
Written by peninnah (Sanaa)
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