The Morning After

The morning is rising
The sun advising
To arise
Diffracting through
Venetian blinds onto
Hazy eyes

Her fingers twinkle with an air of satisfaction

Good morning, lover…

Now she is sighing
Her figure writhing
On the love stained bed
She stretches her legs
And her body begs
Toes to head

She gets dressed for a day’s relaxation

Good morning, lover…