My ears are longing for pillow talk

Oh my husband!!!!
Oh my hubby!!!!
My ears are longing for pillow talk
You want to see my ornaments
My richest ornaments are my hair
See, they are ruffled,
Not by your affectionate hands
But by soulless, spiritless nature of my state
That’s why I say, my threshold is screaming
That’s why I say, my richest ornament are ruffled
See!!!
My bangles are there
Perfumes are everywhere
My eyes are open
My feet are there
My hands work swiftly
My wardrobe changes quickly
My lenses are clear
Yet nothing is clear
Coz, I am not there!!!
Yes, I am not there!!!

Only I can hear the scream
Threshold’s scream!!!
Piercing scream!!!
May be, coz I had a dream
Dreams for curtains,
Dreams for pillows
Dreams for cushions
Curtains of floral pattern
Feathered Pillows
Attractive cushions
But what did I get???
Worn-out Curtains
Stone-dead Pillows
Sandy cushions

Please understand that,
My ears are longing for pillow talk
My body needs some vocation spot
Your mother puts me on the spot
Relentless work,
Perpetual criticism
Rigorous standards just for me,
Why me???
What’s my fault?

Why biased approach???
Offer me respite!!!
Why are you biased???
Do not pierce my soul
All I want is pillow talk