Breakfast (The Dinner Sequel)

The sun kissed the caramel tone of her body like a macchiato latte
The smoothest section of her curves fed my thoughts that good shit
Fruit and yogurt parfait
Red velvet pancakes or Stuffed Strawberry French toast
The flagrant smell of her
So gentle so pure I wanted to know her reposte

I

Want

You

She looked real good so good I wanted to know how it taste
I mean I rather bite softly into her flesh and wipe the milk she creams from my face
My morning meal was every inch of you
Your beau ideal if you only knew
Her eyes opened and ignited from the sunlight
She sat upright revealing her unclothed body into my eyesight
She smiled and whispered that's mine but I'm yours
As the crest of her lips left my ear that boy in me began to mature
I explored as she endured that tight grip
Echoing like an abandoned home when I pushed her keys with my fingers tip
Pleasantly thrilled
Her legs wrapped around my waist
As her hips braced
My body began to get defaced
Her manicured nails tattooed scratches
Upon my back against each breath she catches
The lips of her pussy parted irrationally
She felt every stroke rapidly
And adequately did what she was suppose to do happily
.
.
.
.
 
 
Served me her O-J
This beautiful summer morning day
She could feel that warm release from me and ask for a sample
Of her breakfast cooling on the mantel..........