‘Coffee, tea or me? ‘
she asked with a wry smile.
Arms folded accentuating
her cheeky breasts.
Hips twitching to the rhythm
of her pulse, her olfactory
filling the room.
‘Come over here? ‘ he asked.
‘No’ she said. ‘Time to get up.’
‘In a minute’ he pleaded.
‘Come over here’
And she did
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