This Time

Sleepy is her world,
while mine gently awakens,
as my verse gains momentum
(this being the third of the line)
lays she expectantly, her body curled

I was wondering, she almost bellows,
if you have just had the temerity
(and this is only the 3rd one)
to add a sexual connotation,
to our presently innocent flirtation

With an innuendo unintended
have I not disturbed
her nocturnal calm
and perhaps even the little work of my
formidable poetic charm?

it's debatable she says
but you are forgiven,
not entirely, consider it parole,
for this time ,I make an exception,
although certain of your next deception