Weekend Enticements

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!


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