She said she wanted breakfast and I said me too,
She said I am not talking about eggs, she said I am talking about you,
Put your face between my legs and eat me like a meal,
I said yes ma’am, pulled the covers back, and made her squeal.
At eight AM on a morning that had nothing on the books,
I ate her out for thirty minutes, and the hooks,
She had in me were deep and permanent and wet with her,
I licked until she trembled and I licked until the blur.
Breakfast in bed, she is the main course and the dessert,
Breakfast in bed, my face between her legs and it don’t hurt,
My jaw a little, worth the ache for every sound she makes,
Breakfast in bed, the kind of morning where nothing breaks,
Except her voice when she comes for the third time in a row,
Breakfast in bed, all you can eat, the filthy morning show.
She flipped me over and took me in her mouth as thanks,
Sucked me slow and deep and worked the shaft and flanks,
With her tongue and hands in combination, morning sunlight falling,
Across her back while she was bobbing, sucking, calling.
Every nerve I have to attention with her lips and teeth,
She took me to the edge and held me there beneath,
The promise of release until I begged her let me come,
She swallowed everything I gave her and she wasn’t done.
She rode me after breakfast as the second course arrived,
I held her hips and thrust up from below and we survived,
The entire morning without getting out of bed or getting dressed,
Breakfast in bed, I am truly blessed.