Morning Sex

She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our
usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast,
wearing only the ‘T’ shirt that she normally slept
in.

As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me
and said softly,” You’ve got to make love to me
this very moment!”

My eyes lit up and I thought, “I am either still
dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!”

Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her
And then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen
table.

Afterwards she said, “Thanks,” and returned to
the stove, her T-shirt still around her neck.

Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, “What was
that all about?”

She explained, “The egg timer’s broken.”

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