morning deja vu !

it felt like getting outta bed on a cold winter morning, pulling the drapes and outside it's all foggy and misty. have just dessert for breakfast and creamy coffee. she had both her hands wrapped around the coffee mug. love morning conversations and cigerettes that follow. she told me about the thing with the place at that time significant in history. i tell her how i want her to be my backstage dixie; for me to smile at. the last spoon fell on the china, i thot it was a c#. when her body i held close,those firm breasts conspired with her arms to provide warmth i couldn't find in the bed in which we there-after spooned all afternoon long !