I awoke upstairs and you weren't there
I threw on my shorts and went downstairs
Making me some coffee in your underwear
Your back was turned and shoulders bare
The sunlight was shining on your brown hair
You were a vision of loveliness I do declare
You knew I was there but you stood in place
Your head bowed down with a grin on your face
Waiting so patiently for my loving embrace
My arms around you one hand on your waist
Turning you around till we were face to face
Then kissing you deep our fingers interlaced
Then you climbed up on me like I was a tree
Put your legs around and started to squeeze
Back to the wall my arms under your knees
You slide back down and I push it in deep
When we're through we're on the floor in a heap
Third time today you've tried to make coffee
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