dolorous interludes.

Breakfast in Bed

I butter you with my love as i
spread thick layers of delightful natural richness
over you,
leaving only melted
stains on your impervious skin.
i nibble slightly at your edges hardened
by heat, and
savour completely the crispness of my
young new love.
My tongue slides hungrily
over the accompanying cup of
creamy bittersweet coffee, and i devour
rapidly what remains of you,
thrusting you into my system almost
forcefully.
My throat is warm and wet from the
satisfying meal, and
contentment resides as
ravenous cravings subside.
Almost instantly, the usual fatigue
arrests me and i wash the dishes before
dreaming once more of
breakfast and
toast
in
bed.

posted by voyeur @ 3/21/2004 12:26:00 PM