- Erotic Poetry
- Drinking Coffee Across America
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It’s Thursday morning
just before six
you climb out of bed
and coffee you fix,
In this little room
a bed and a chair
watch you boil water
a hand through your hair,
The room is cold
you’re barefoot, bare
bare back and buttocks
get hard while I stare,
The coffee smells great
as does your perfume
in this strange bed
in this rented room,
You bring back for us
two mugs and a smile
two breasts that I love
will again, in awhile,
You slip in beside me
reach down to touch
kiss me and tell me
you figured as much,
Each drink our coffee
put the mugs down
in this little room
the outskirts of town,
You reach down again
and say “ok”
“you’re a morning lover
which I like, by the way,”
At exactly six
nearly to bliss
loud alarm starts to ring
halfway through a kiss,
It startles us both
we stop what we’re doing
start to laugh
and stop screwing,
Seemingly impossible
from there to resume
in that small bed
in that strange room,
So we pack and get dressed
go out to the car
look at a map
and conclude it’s not far,
To the next small room
to the next small bed
to another adventure
in each other’s head,
Life is a journey
connecting the dots
strange beds and strange
coffee pots,
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