You try to entice me
With the smell of coffee and pancakes.
I bury my head deeper under the covers
And ignore your ploy.
Naked, I walk into the kitchen,
My turn to entice.
I run back to the bed and dive beneath the covers,
Giggling. The pancakes are cold, I win.
All rights go to the poet, Francine Roberts. Have a blessed weekend all. God bless you and keep you!