BREAKFAST FOR A KING

 
Waking up in an erotic bliss
After showing you how
Your night should end
And wanting to show you the way
Your morning should begin
While you still lay in bed from last night’s
Roller coaster ride
I walk into the kitchen
To make breakfast for my King
Your bacon is in the oven
Your grits are cooking on the stove
I am scrambling your eggs
With my silhouette outlined in the morning light
My nudeness exposed in all its glorious form
I feel the presence of your manhood slowly moving in between my thigh
Although off guard
 I slowly part my peach
Your manly hands gently caressing my shoulder
As your lips graces the small of my neck
Your tongue circling ever so slowly
Sending a small shiver
Up and down my spine
My mind gets lost in the fog of passion
As my peach nectar starts to build in excitement
The motion of your manhood is in tune
With the stirring
Of your scrambled eggs
Never breaking your contact from my body
As I remove the bacon from the oven
And place it on your plate
Your attention to details not missing a beat
As I continue fixing your plate
You glide me to the table being careful not to spill the contents of your plate
And the juice from your glass
You sit down in the chair as you lift my legs spread eagle over your thighs
The intensity of your strokes is the same intensity as you eat
 your breakfast
To my surprise our body trembles in unison as you finished your meal
As your manhood returns to normal and the juices have drained from my peach
You turned to me
With a breakfast that’s complete
Complete for a King