Feb 2021
Coffee.
Breakfast in bed.
Sunlight pouring in on warm, silk sheets.
Your head between my legs, your lips on mine, gently writing me love letters with your tongue.
Perfect Morning.
Breakfast in bed.
Sunlight pouring in on warm, silk sheets.
Your head between my legs, your lips on mine, gently writing me love letters with your tongue.
Perfect Morning.
This poem was written in 2019.
