Weekend Enticements
You try to entice me
With the smell of coffee and pancakes.
I bury my head deeper under the covers
And ignore your ploy.
Naked, I walk into the kitchen,
My turn to entice.
I run back to the bed and dive beneath the covers,
Giggling.
The pancakes are cold,
I win.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010
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