Thursday night scream.

Steamy night, still and owned by the crickets.
Suddenly i hear it, her scream!
And I awaken,
It sounded like she was being murdered.
Or maybe waking from a nightmare?
But the crickets stopped, and some dog barked as if to add his two cents.
Awake now.
Was she bitten by a large insect in the dark?
There it goes i can hear her scream again!
Is there some kind of criminal in her house?
Or some evil phone call?
There... she´s laughing, now she´s laughing!
And what´s that she´s moaning the manner woman do witnessing a baby´s first word.
She´s moaning and whimpering smoothly and suddenly whooshing.
Wheezing and cooing, an orchestra of ecstacy.
Now she´s woo-ing and wee-ing.
My fears have turned to envy of the man responsible.
No wonder her husbands always so happy on friday morning.