breakfast (of champions)

... and so nice        to wake up        with
ripe sweet fruit        between my lips
i apply gentle        pressure        careful
not to burst the berry        yet

                                                            i want
to savor the         moment      the slow
delicious burn        of desire        anticipation
first tasting the      dew      with the tip
of my      tongue      a lazy lick that barely
skims the surface

                                    then        very         slowly
suck harder        and harder        and harder
as if to crush        the grape        and drink
the wine that        gushes forth        into my
mouth

                 the finest        champagne
i will never get        enough of
                                                          cupping
my hands        i tilt your face towards mine
drink deeply        intoxicated        by your
scent        the taste of your lips        the

sensation        warm/wet        pliant/supple
of your tongue        on mine
                                                      your muffled
mmmmmmmm        echoing mine
                                                                   how lovely
it is        this breakfast we have

                                                                in bed