Breakfast is Served
She lay,
spread eagled on her king sized bed
leisurely twirling her long black curls
around her fingers
A sudden breeze swept through her thin blanket,
as a familiar feeling began its journey once again
Anxious fingers were playing with her slowly
Fingers started peeling her underwear
like a mango being peeled on a hot summer day
Juices flowed freely on hands and fingers
She was being unwrapped like a present
by fingers she knew so well
Eager to get to his fruit, he peeled faster
with so much urgency, he began to salivate
breakfast is served…..
Alas…..there it was, his prize
his trophy
his present
She lay there, spread out, like a star
in the midnight sky
exposed, open, vulnerable
Like a delectable fruit, a mango, a tropical treat
a mango sundae, he couldn’t resist to eat
he lunged at this sweet breakfast
forget about cereals or pancakes
this was his favorite
He pounced, like a tiger in the woods
hungry
starved
ravenous
Never more attractive was he to her,
than right now
enjoying himself
loving what he was doing
like a savage, he slurped, sucked, sniffed
everything in front of him
devouring every inch of her
until she suddenly screamed
She screamed a thunderous scream heard by
even the gods of Olympus
Like a bolt of lightning, it hit her
She trembled uncontrollably
She wiped his mouth with her hand and smiled
and asked him, had enough?
he smiled sheepishly and answered
“Sorry, I was really hungry”
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MY COFFEE, MY PEN 