Breakfast in Bed

Lazy sweat pant morning

Spent wrapped up in bed

Dirty little nothings

Are whispered, shared, and said

Your hands dance their questions

And search for the go ahead

Up my wanting thighs

As my legs slowly spread

You shift yourself above me

And your eyes imbed

Themselves into mine

Saying what's unsaid

That you want to race

Like a strong thoroughbred

You ripped off my pants

Snapping every thread

And dove between my legs

Exploding warheads

As my hands dug in

To the back of your head

Back arched and needing

I was your bread

Breakfast would wait

You were eating me instead