My Girl

I have eyes that see
A different you
When you wake up, messy,
Muddled hairs tied up in a bun
And your dress falling off your shoulder
The bedsheet is stained and disordered
Yet it smells of you.

You stretch your hands, too lazy to move,
Eyes half open
Light up a cigarette
And take the first sip of coffee from the cup
The smokes of cigarette and coffee
Blend beautifully
Just like us
When last night we made crazy love

The stain of your lips on the coffee cup
The marks on my back
The rings of smoke you leave in the air
You are –
As my eyes see

Slovenly sexy.
Have I told you that?

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