Happenstance

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cavu182
cavu182
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Sunday morning here in bed
Sunday morning in my head
Sunday morning just my luck
watching you expertly suck
my you-know-what, my you-know-where
as I admire your pubic hair
just an inch above my nose
I like the color of your toes
cherry red expertly painted
although my judgment could be tainted
by the wine, the sex, the greed
although they're something we both need
to quantify our sense of worth
qualify our sense of mirth
we drink some coffee take a shower
check-out is in an hour
I watch you dress, black panties, bra
are you the women that I saw
yesterday the flight from France
I pull on my traveling pants
we kiss again our hands explore
with all we've had we want some more ...

cavu182
cavu182
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