The Numbers Game

Son #2 plays a numbers game with me.

It starts with "I love you."

Then he says "I love you 40."

Then I say "I love you 100."

And then he says "I love you 200."

Then I say "I love you 300."

Then he says "I love you 80" (he's not an accountant and he's five - he's still working on large numbers).

I love our numbers game.

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Only an accountant can mix love and numbers . . .

The Numbers Game

One thousand kisses
Your offer given, it touches my heart.
Wanting more, I say, “It’s just a start.”
Two thousand kisses
No hesitation, you concede to me.
Two thousand granted; and if I want three?
Three thousand kisses
Is three enough? I’ll just want more.
I push the limit; I whisper “Four . . .”
Four thousand kisses
Overwhelming, intoxicating, heady stuff.
My heart stutters; I push – “never enough”
Five thousand kisses
I test you: six, seven, eight, nine, ten . . .
Wishes granted, over and over again.

So I’ll wrap my arms ‘round your neck,
You put your hands on my hips,
I’ll begin a long, slow count
As you rain kisses on my lips.

My heart is yours, each kiss a claim;
You win, I win, the numbers game.

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OK, now I have to go play the real numbers game . . . lunch is over.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife