What to do

The slippers are not sitting side by side
the bed is not made where I lie,
in fact it's thrashed from days of swimming
and the slippers were tossed in a fit I was having.
A new day came and it was the same
looking for a place to set the blame
Lost in fingers that trail the body
my third finger reminds me of how I love to be naughty.
I might not dress my self today
but expose my self in a natural way
I will not move into the living room
I would much rather lay with passion till noon.
Holding the hour glass and watching the sand
while lost in the feelings coming from my hand
I hope to squeeze pleasure from every moment of life
like wrenching the last drop from a hand squeezed lime.
Tossing duties for satin sheet nudity
lost in my mind casting aside responsibilities
for I have had my cake and I ate it too
tapping fingers looking for something to do.