this morning #1202.

this morning, she sang softly to me as i started to stir from my sleep. a sultry take on a classic track from childhood. weird al’s “like a surgeon.” there was this undeniable sexiness in how she leaned in & whispered “like a surgeon. cuttin’ for the very first time” into my ear. it drove me absolutely wild. every single time. demolished the grumpy fog of early morning thoughts straight away. woke my ass up right. this morning, i couldn’t contain myself. after i yawned it all out, i went into a full-body stretch. let my arms fall onto her shoulders. pulled her down on top of me. smooth move, casanova. we were two teenagers. all passion. no focus. sloppy makeout sesh. by the end, we may have made a baby.