FROM BEHIND MY CUP

Six sexy haiku about the morning after. Please comment nicely!

Last night was crazy,

Sudden like a thunderstorm

Hot like an oven.

I should have snuck out,

I know he's just a player.

What's with the coffee?

Just because it's good,

And he looks so freaking hot,

Doesn't mean I'm sold.

From behind my cup,

I watch him pull his pants up,

Waiting for the axe.

"Give me your number,"

He says, kissing my lips hard.

Tasting the fresh start.

I shouldn't trust him,

But with my cup still in hand,

I'm kissing him back.