The Last Thought

Mornings have meaning in legs intertwined.

Breakfast tastes better with his hands on mine.

Midday sun on my face feels bright,

when his kisses smooth away all of my plight.

By dinner my thoughts shift to his lips,

where all I can think is him licking my hips.

Not much else gets me wet like the fervent suck,

Besides his growl when we begin to get lost and fuck.