Michael.

 
The dark red lips
tinged and bluish
full bloom
tender succulent
Powerfully evocative
of the sweet
and ripe and ready
and swollen flesh
of damson plums
tart astringent
translucent and alluring
mobile articulate profound
now they are parted
and drawn back
ever so slightly
in a warm smile
the teeth sparkle
with a preternatural brilliance
they dazzle and enervate
By dint of their
supernatural and monumental
and invincible and hypnotic  
and overmastering
and compelling finality
yes this is breakfast
breakfast with you
You are exquisite
you are perfection
your breasts
seething and surging quietly
in the time of your breath
in due course
I will accelerate it
I will create a storm
in your body
you will drive me
to surpass every former limit
And I can hardly believe
fortune
providence
destiny
fate
wait a minute
I see a meaning in your eye
already precipitate
but the muffins will get cold
I say
you are the thirst
that i must slake
you say
let it be now then
we say.