Secret Midnight Feast

Is it too much to ask to get a good nights sleep once in a while?

Simple enough in theory but quite the opposite in practise especially when ones lodger is an insatiable young madam who makes a habit of requiring my urgent and very personal attention at all hours of the night.

She calls me her Secret Midnight Feast, bless her, but i suppose the poor girl can't help her night-time cravings.

There i am blissfully dribbling into my pillow and snoring like a road drill in perfect contentment when i'm rudely awoken by the familiar creak of the bedroom door, her breathless giggle and an invasory pair of ice cold hands sliding beneath the duvet.

Can't you leave me alone for just one night, woman? I sleepily murmer as my disobedient flesh responds without fail to her gentle stroking despite my tiredness and sleepy irritation.

Every night i succumb to her wicked wiles and every dawn i drowsily curse myself and vow to flatly refuse her nocturnal demands in future, it's high time that she realised that a man's bedchamber is his private sanctuary...oh, if only i didn't keep forgetting to bolt my bedroom door every night...

© Sean Barrett - Nov 2010