Cold Cereal, Hot Morning

Cold cereal, hot morning That damn alarm again, I roll out of bed not wanting to wake you it was a late night, you need the rest I shower and get dressed for work, then make my way through the dark into the kitchen As quietly as I can I pour the flakes into a bowl, add milk and sugar, yep, breakfast I turn and I am startled, you are standing there smiling at me, then you kiss me with such passion it would burn my toast, had I been making some Then you whisper in my ear so soft and sensual, “Couldn’t you be a little late today?” I smile and follow you back to bed I didn’t want cereal anyway…. Good morning Soupers