for breakfast you eat
her leg, it's long
and pale, she won't
keep it still. you
swallow her fingers,
nibble at her foot,
chew on her arm, you
work your way around.
tasting the curves of her.
you linger at her neck
saving her
mouth for dessert.
you devour her eyes,
her heart is warm
and sweet,
a pastry of love.
you drink the champagne
of her laughter dry.
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