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Jun 2013
(I am woken up by her honey-sweet voice in the morning.)
She:  Good morning honey!
Me:  Good morning baby!
(I yawn my mouth wide as I say that.)
(She smiles & replies tauntingly as she pulls my ear lovingly.)
She:  Seems you had a laborious night!
Me:  Yeah, a really laborious one indeed.
(Even I smile as I remember the last night; full of spice.)
(Now she bends towards the side-table and fetches coffee.)
She:  Hmmm... I've prepared coffee for you darling, you were asleep.
Me:  Oh dear, should I say thanks or kiss you again!?
(I move my body forward from the sheets craning my neck - the cutlery makes tinkling noise.)
(She cackles and barely maintains her balance as she retracts herself.)
She:  Seems you're still undone, my naughty boy!
Me:  Ah! How truer could you be, kiss me again!
(I offer my lips as I take the cup offered by her.)
(She smiles and just gives a brief peck on my lips with hers.)
She:  Now we should get our day started, otherwise we'd get late.
Me:  What did you just say!? We'd get laid? Oh I'd love to!
(I muster an apt piece of laughter for both of us.)
(She looks even more angelic as she laughingly pulls both my ears & cheeks.)
She:  Get out of the bed, you naughty boy!
Me:  Aye-aye madam! And I'll be hungry soon after getting done with my morning duties.
(I say greedily to invite another sweet smile from my angel-faced woman.)
(She seems to be ready for that and says in a learned manner.)
She:  So my dear hubby, what would you have for breakfast?
Me:  I'd have you with cheese & salt, milk & sugar and lots of love!
(I say that cheekily hoping to make her blush.)
(She blushes and turns towards the kitchen, I follow to help her.)
A futuristic piece of poetry.
My HP Poem #323
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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