Le petit déjeuner parfait

Waking in the morning and seeing you asleep

Hair tousled and breasts gently rising and falling

Enshrouded in a silken cocoon

My hunger rises, I have not eaten today

But my breakfast is always better eaten out

Slowly licking your toes

Their taste divine, salinity with a hint of lavender

Tongue rolling between them and taking them slowly into my mouth

Like a fragile lollipop, sucking slowly but with purpose

Your body shivers under the silken shroud

Gently kissing a gossamer trail on the inside path of your leg

Purposeful yet graceful, your eyes slowly open like two diamond orbs

Their light as the sun streaming through the windows behind me

I maintain my kissing quest

Seeing the thighs part before me like two gates being opened,,

Enticing me to that heavenly place that no man can live without

Licking around your salty lips, my tongue reaching his nirvana

Gently tracing circles as your early morning dew appears

Hungrily lapping it, as a cat, at a bowl of milk

My fingers opening you, so that I can savour the saltier and sweeter taste inside

Long strokes of paradise for us both

As my long organ unwraps in your succulent passage

Feeling your hands on the back of my head

Pressing, pulling, enticing me

Inserting my fingers as my tongue has another course to discover

Fingers inside, fucking you slowly, like a determined can can dancer

Tongue gently travelling upwards

My breath warming a heated path of pleasure

Slowly finding and licking your salty hood

Looking for the pearl of wisdom therein

Finding her and sucking her up like an oyster

My tongue playing a staccato rap on her silkiness

Feeling the waves of liquid between my fingers as your finale approaches

Exquisite in her timing

Changing places with my fingers

Them now rubbing your pearly bud

As my tongue catches your passion

and finally gets to drink and taste his nectar

Warm, salty, sweet heaven

Le petit déjeuner parfait