A Day Off (definately not smutty…)

A Day Off

Shimmers of glass-light press morning against
Sleepy breasts, soft fingers of matins stretch
With her against comfort’s ruffled caresses,
As lids flicker against dawn’s gentle rising.
The day’s hardness gradually imposed, until,
Braced against the window’s intense insistence,
She’s filled with the taut insistence to rise;
Snoozes the alarm’s trilling warnings of sense,
And instead, opens her steps to the iridescence
Of languid hours to be sipped like rich syrup.
Opening the curtaining folds wide, glimpses
The day’s frantic bustling with surging relief,
As she’s inundated with flooding delight, and
Welcomes the coming of the day that’s hers.

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