Rise and Shine
the sun is breaking
my icicle is melting
the cow needs milking
take the teets
squeeze between
fingertips rhythmically
pulling while she's
pushing my buttons
undoing exposing
hairy cleavage
undying though
trying to attain
la petite mort
sorting and shuffling
shoveling grey matter
just a matter of time
garden hose watering
the flower
powder my hand
to throw a spit ball
strike three you're out
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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