Breakfast In Bed
He lowers down, in morning’s first light,
A kiss to start, a slow demanding delight.
His tongue dances, searching deep,
She moans as passion stirs from sleep.
Her taste is sweet, his a burning need,
He flicks and strokes with steady speed.
Her body quakes, a wave of heat,
With each climax she shakes head to feet.
He listens closely, her soft cries,
A symphony of whispered sighs.
The day begins with her release,
In his devotion, she finds orgasmic peace.