And so to bed
night eyes	|	stoking the flame
be still and move	|	a storm in a C-cup

Stoking The Flame

As dawn wrestled the night away
and swept the shadows beyond
I find pleasure in the morning song
hobnobbing around my head

You're fast asleep
next to me
unaware of the naughty thoughts creeping
slowly

Walking my fingers thru' your hair
I wait for a reaction
Nothing audible rolled in my direction
but, you nudged a little nearer

I sent the roving reporter
in search of a story
All excited over seismic activity
he arose with an aggressive posture

With a lingering smile of satisfaction
on your face
I buried my nose into your neck
sniffing the morning aroma.

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