Morning Man
Written By: D. Collins 11/21/22
For some reason right around O-Dark-Thirty.
I wake up feeling pumped, freaky, and flirty.
Slightly nudging that woman to politely wake her up.
And, have breakfast in bed like a champion does.
Yeah Mon' I pop up for wee hour nourishment.
On a mission to lay down some pre-work punishment.
Fully adorned and eager to get up close to the warmth.
And, before I rise, I'm having as much as I want.
No need for an alarm clock when you have your own.
Sneak up behind it while she gets her snore on.
Take it nice and slow so you don't startle her.
Then listen for the sound of a kitten's purr.
There's always a smile on the face of a morning man.
The late bloomers of the world couldn't possibly understand.
If they lied down early and didn't try to stay up late.
They would wake up early, and rock it out the next day.
Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2022
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