A Steamy Awakening

With the look of sleep still in her eyes,
she rises, hair tousled
reaching for you with a desperate want
anticipating your scent, your taste.

Yet you tease as she seeks you,
she gropes in the dim early light
with a touch ever so familiar
pushing your buttons, getting you started
she fills you up, looks at you longingly
licking her lips, hardly able to wait.

Restraint is a stranger in the early morning hours
when she finds herself in such extreme need.

You start to stir, her ministrations bringing you to life,
low noises fill the room as she watches you
silently begging you to hurry, for she knows
to say so out loud won't speed you up any.

Finally you beckon her over.
enraptured with you
she breathes you in, eyes closed
she rubs her fingers lovingly around your rim,
embracing your warmth, savoring your boldness.

She brings you ever so slowly to her waiting lips
already she sighs with a satisfied, munificent smile
knowing that you are at long last ready to meet her needs.

Yearning for cream she blows slowly across you
taking you into her mouth
swallowing you down deep
draining you of each and every drop
she finds you an innocuous addiction.

Nothing has ever tasted as good as
that first cup of coffee.