Erotic PoetryBreakfastAwake,
she stretched then searched with hand
for comforts dependable morning stand
but,all she found was empty bed.
She turned on side and raised head.
Gone,
who knew where? Nostrils sniffed the air.
Dragging panties on bare can
She went looking for her missing man.
At last,
in the kitchen wayward found,
naked at stove hair unbound.
Sneaking behind without a sound,
she began a stealthy reacharound.
Gadzooks! Your hands are cold.
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