Morning Haikus

Wake up my darling!

There are so many reasons

Like climbing on me.

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She stops and looks up

Glass falls from the mantlepiece

Don’t stop fucking me!

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Should she wash herself?

She lifts her arm and breathes deep

The scent calms her mind.

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Morning routine check

She runs her hand on smooth skin

An ingrown taunts her.

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The kettle rattles

Fresh tea and raspberry jam

Who could ask for more?

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