Breakfast In Bed

Waking up on a snowy
Sunday morning
In mid-December
Room, house and nature
Nipping with a "brrrr"
But my honey's bed is warm
Hmm...is there any real harm
In testing out the fire alarm?

I can hear my stomach growl,
But I kinda want to prowl
Exploring like I'm on safari
Revving her up like a Ferrari.
Perhaps her body
Can be my Serengeti
If I promise to feed her kitty
My special sticky spaghetti.

Slowly I begin to kiss every inch
Teasing her tits with a pinch
Beginning with her mouth
Before making my way south
Slowly, ever so slow
I continue descending low
Making the anticipation grow
Until upon her bare pussy I blow.

I smile at the way she reacts
To how naughty I like to act
At the way I change my tact
Actually, as a matter of fact,
The more pleasure she feels
The more leisure I tendta deal
Gauging her with every measure
Until I discover her ultimate treasure.

I'll be dammed if she ain't Athena
The way she's cumming like a marina
She sounds like a screaming hyena
Twisting and dancing like a ballerina
With my face in her private arena
Guess you could say she's in euphoria
God, oh God, fuck yes ooh fuck
God bless Gloria