:: sinking ::

It is a dangerous pit to sink into.
But I think we have.
The regularity of his overseas trips.
The frequent nights out at Play.
The ostentiably long working hours.
The expectable foreplay n sex.
The lunches and dinners.
The stay overs.

When it becomes this regular.
When it becomes this used.
When everything is so planned and expected.
After one year...
One gets tired.

And thoughts start running through your head.
Random naughty thoughts runs thru my head.
Sunken in.
Isaac, beware.