sweet

Morning Love - Jessie Baylin

For it's first glimpses
I patiently await
the sun
the perfect time
or one
to let your satisfaction escape
as I start at your neck's nape

wait

Still thirsty for the drink
of night's past
how long will this infernal night last
on a fast
solely to meet you
with the sun

my tongue

drifts lazily
somewhat crazily
along your shoulder blades
and as the night fades
and I position myself to explore
your sugar glades
my goatee grazed
the curve of your rib cage

imminent

is the moment
our bed becomes stage
me first
to quench this thirst
I slide apart your thighs with my cheek
and do my worst

best

moans and wiggles signify
I've passed the test
your legs tingle
while they tremble
in a state of unrest
leaving the comforter in a jumbled mess
refusing to straighten
I lay back instead
now that your fully awakened

and let you enjoy breakfast in bed...