Friday, April 14, 2006

As the coffee percolated

It was about five this morning,
I got up all aroused to pass water.
I tuned the coffee for two on
and slipped back into the bed.

“Are you ok, honey?”
she mumbled half asleep,
moved her hand on my groins
and lay still as if asleep.

Soon life throbbed in her hand.
She suddenly pulled me
on top of her still mumbling:
“my darling, I love you.”

As the coffee percolated,
we percolated. The sounds
of steaming coffee merged
with our primaeval sounds:

Yes, yes, now…ooee, ooee…

Sliding back to her side, she said:
“Good morning, so wonderful.”
“Yes my darling, you’re wonderful,”
hugging her tight I gasped.

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