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Breakfast Of Champions

Enjoying and ravishing in a feast of passion and lust.

By Aj. ThomasPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Breakfast Of Champions
Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash

Early morning dawn,

Sun still peacefully sleeps,

Before any interruptions wake us,

Still, quiet, silence surrounds us,

I admire your form,

Motionless and bare,

At peace, exposed, vulnerable,

Softly reaching with tenderness,

My fingertips trace your chest,

Following the trail,

Unearthing the covers,

My eyes in awe, jealous of my fingers,

As you lie in perfect peaceful slumber,

In hopes you are dreaming of me,

Standing proudly at attention,

Your soldier salutes me,

Desire flooding me,

Thick and hard,

Dew dripping to my flowers petals,

Carnal lust,

Pussy aching,

Pulsating and throbbing,

Dreaming of you entering me,

Penetrating my flower with your beautiful cock,

Glistening and begging to be caressed,

Desperate and vulnerable,

My anticipation overtaking my senses,

I mounted your sexy figure,

Embracing your warm breath on my skin,

I shiver as our bodies intertwine,

Deepening my desire,

Our skin melding into one,

With every beat of your heart,

I feel your soul staring into mine,

Belonging to me, your mouth watering,

My cunt dripping,

At the mere thought of your manhood between my petals,

Deliciously satisfying,

Tracing your shaft,

With every flick of my tongue,

Kissing him softly,

Before devouring him completely,

Pleasure building,

Across your smiling face,

With each motion of my lips,

My luscious pussy pulsates,

Begging for your sweet seed,

As my face awaits your warm glaze,

Laying me down,

Whispering softly "My Turn",

Soft kisses trail my trembling flesh,

Legs shaking,

Gently caressing me with every graze of your teasing tongue,

Silky smooth legs,

Your path to wonderland,

Cradling your face between my thighs,

Your hands find my breasts,

Nipples perky and erect,

Delving face first,

Kissing and sucking at my pink pearl,

Moaning and writhing,

Fingernails grasp at your back,

Your strong arms holding my hips,

My legs nestled on your shoulders,

As you finish your breakfast,

While the rest of the world sleeps,

Little bit of your meal still lingering in your beard,

I watch your sexy ass,

Step by step to the shower,

Hating to see you go,

But enjoying the view as you walk away,

My mind cant help but wonder,

What time is lunch?

slam poetry

About the Creator

Aj. Thomas

I am a lover of life, my family and words. A wordsmithstress if you will. WIth everything I write from poetry to erotica each work becomes a piece to my life's puzzle. Turn your wounds into words and your pain into poetry.

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