My tan index finger, fat and clumby, fumbles alone…

…on my cell phone.  The phone is hot, like when my kids play video games…

My wife, wants my attention, hot woman vs. cold blog, or is it that sip of ice water..

Our conversation is lukewarm…  my fault, I look into her Sunday chocolate eyes, the blog can wait, I put down my phone on the cold beakfast table, and  turn up the heat…

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lukewarm/