Mornings are hard
With you to wake up to, I think I can manage
A sip of coffee and cream
A sip, just a sip,
of something a bit more
To get me going
Topless Tuesday
I don’t want to get up.
I’ll stay right here, beside you. I’ll accept your hand, your kisses, your heat.
I’ll call in sick, or cuddling.
Who wouldn’t accept that as a reason to stay home from work?
“Yes, I can’t come in today, I’m cuddling.”
“Right,” Boss says, “I can hear how well that ‘cuddling’ is coming.”
What can I say?
Topless Tuesday
Topless Tuesday
Nothing like an afternoon ride.
Topless Tuesday
It’s so nice to relax with a good book.
Topless Tuesday
Topless Tuesday
Topless Tuesday, here we are again:
