Not only do I wake up next to you
But I enjoy making breakfast for two.
Before we met
Alone, you slept
No arms for you to roll into
Just dreams trapped in a queue.
It’ll take a little time
Your body getting accustomed to mine
Holding you securely
Such is the face of intimacy.
In the middle of the night
We awake to nibble and bite
Slices of cake, hot coffee
Sleep and sex sapped our energy.
Off to bed again
Eagerness accepted the blame
Repetition of sex and sleep
These are the days of the week.
Published on June 12, 2018
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