Late to Work

Freshness passed slumber’s reign

Cleared , cleansed – eyes, ears, brain engaged

Moments snatched with no reclaim

Feet creaking  on planked wood’s domain

Kitchen’s amber-tinted glow maintained

Sultry whispers, vortex kisses without refrain

Gripped in lust’s heated ceaseless campaign

For which no remedy can be feigned

Or love’s making should abstain

Pressed upon this horizontal plane

Seeking love’s morsel once again

Leaving coffee-making  thus detained

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