Weekday weakness

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I start out with coffee and cigarettes
wake early in dawn, outside still starlight
full night of sleep but still extremely tired.
Up early in the morn am I a fool?
Arise, ready to resume daily game
start slow run on only one cylinder.

Blood flow returns, leg less sore cylinder
mid morn rev on coffee and cigarettes
in motion on the top of workplace game
only sun out now, no other starlight
in action move quick, mind sharp, hard to fool
easy to forget earlier started out tired.

Lunch provides boost, protect from getting tired
along with icy water cylinder
keeps me from becoming a total fool
eat fully, follow with some cigarettes
busy at work, no thoughts left of starlight
go now in full swing at my daytime game.

Later I imagine our loving game.
Tonight I hope I will not be too tired.
Start dreaming of time with you at starlight
a swelling begins in my cylinder
while taking a break to smoke cigarettes
mid afternoon arouses your loving fool.

Drive home, all set to go and fondly fool.
I find you, too, are up for loving game.
After quick dinner and some cigarettes
both ready neither of us is too tired
We tightly hug you sense my cylinder.
Day is done, now its evening starlight.

Bedroom lights out no moon only starlight.
We strip quick slowly start to fondly fool.
I push deeply in your slick cylinder
fully involved in our passionate game.
We lie down and cuddle, happily tired
then sip cold drinks and smoke some cigarettes.

Round and round cycle of cylinder game
daytime spins till starlight always a fool.
Am I tired from too many cigarettes?

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UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 14 years ago
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