Rain's pouring
Sun's rising
A coffee he's brewing,
greets like a kiss and soft good morning

John Mayer's playing
Dancing, twirling with his shirt I'm wearing
Now the pancake I'm smelling,
Is the fragrance I've been craving

Side by side as we sit,
Sudden laughs, that night was lit
Not to forget how we kissed an armpit
and those naughty dares, so hard to omit

Memories from last night...
Endless shots, little fights
Photo snaps and blurred out sights
Surely one for the book worthy to write.