Saturday

Most sleep in and let go,
I indulge my OCD.
I sweep, swifter, scrub the tub,
Clean the kitchen,
Change the sheets,
Do the laundry.

It's so satisfying.
Looking around at a clean apartment.
Clean, and empty.

I'd rather it be this:
Sleep in, have sex,
Roll into the kitchen,
Start the coffee,
Scramble some eggs,
Read the paper,
Laugh, have sex and
Shower.

Well...I'd still have to
Clean after that.
A boyfriend wont get
Rid of my OCD.