Morning After

Early morning chill.
A body-warmed bed
The nasha of having just woken up
After a night of Dope-induced, Adrenalin-propelled Libido
Ah Nirvana!
Faint smell of cigarette smoke
Still assails my senses through the sleepy haze
Warm breath on my left cheek
The suroor lingersIt would be wicked to rouse you
From your post sex heavy limbed slumber
Sleep on lover


The kid can skip school.