Late for work

The way that flannel shirt hangs on you drives me crazy
The way it exposes just enough to get me going
That beautiful naked leg wagging, as you sip your coffee
Your devilish glance enhances the lure
Such a succulent treat before my eyes
It looks like I am going to be late for work

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