Wednesday, November 30

Us, With Cups of Tea

Us, with cups of tea
on each side of the bed,

gather saturday morning
amongst the sheets

& peacefully speak
of laughter on nudity—

daylight lines across
the blinds as we kiss

And on all fours, her
breasts graze the mattress

, pips of nipple hanging
pinkly, she raises up

on thighs to sigh her
fold gently parting in

slips of rose & swollen,
the tip of her quim pinched in

to the o of her dark skin
her fresh morning pastry,

that ,warm & prim, spread
between white newspaper

thighs she fed me breakfast
, dropping crumbs.

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