Morning Breath
Often in the mornings
My woman warm & lusty,
Approaches me amorously
With eyes still glued & crusty.
To offer not a breakfast,
Not a coffee but a flood of feverish caresses,
She says will do me good.
But if it's far too early,
I just don't want to know
My angel's lewd manoeuveres,
On a bouncy bed and so.
Laying still & farting
Or simply feighning death,
Are the only sure solutions
To my sweetheart's morning breath!!
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