'Coffee, tea or me? ' <br />she asked with a wry smile. <br />Arms folded accentuating <br />her cheeky breasts. <br />Hips twitching to the rhythm <br />of her pulse, her olfactory <br />filling the room. <br /> <br />'Come over here? ' he asked. <br />'No' she said. 'Time to get up.' <br />'In a minute' he pleaded. <br />'Come over here' <br /> <br />And she did<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-glory-2/
