My Poetic Moments “Before Now”

Before Now
And now I sit
Or rather,
I sat.
My mind far away
From the poem at hand.
Too late to be creative
Too early to be up.
But,
just the right time
For powerful
fingers
And mischevious
smiles
Tearing flesh
And feminine
wiles…
Procrastination is a boon
that
great masseuses employ
To put off …
this poem
… for later …