Friday, October 9, 2015

Breakfast in Bed

Sheets wrapped
around a navel and lap,
ass curved from all those laps.
she sits back, while you get pancakes on-stack,
she’s not interested in Rocky but she wants them A$AP.

Sheets signed to the deed,
feet bind during deed.
boxing through divorce,
who’s winning,
Rocky or Apollo Creed?

She’s throwing a-curve,
bending over, fans chant yes-sir
Lovers not making love,
like tennis players not showing up.
and rackets missing their tennis love,
this ball game had blue-balls
and shots that went AWOL.
Wished her to fulfill your dirty wishes,
she ate, left the bed and you, dirty dishes…


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