A Mourning of Morning Wood

Morning wood, but not good
Wish I was still dreaming
Getting ready to cream my bed

Me and her should still be together
Doing what lovers do
Or I could just say
I Just Had Sex

Morning wood, but not good
She should still be beside me
Maybe riding on top

Me and her should be in my bed
Instead it feels like a grave
I should be hot in our depravity
Or she could make love to me

Morning wood, but not good
This should be like the nights before
I can’t forget such dreams

Me and her should be in my head
Or sucking it, licking it, blowing it
Memories
These don’t vanish in the light

Morning wood, but not good
I should be elsewhere
Some pretty girl’s bed

Me and her should not be alone
But together somewhere
The pool, some woods, maybe a car
How about the office?

Morning wood, but not good
Vanity…
Because she is just a dream

Me and her or just me lost
To a dream, an apparition, freeing inhibition
Not finishing the job so
Morning wood

Morning wood, but not good
Open eyes
Such is my surprise

Me and her undiscovered
That is until she pulls back the covers
And soon to be “TIMBER”
Looks like this morning, might be pretty good after all

No one man should have all that power

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.