Morning

It’s morning , slippers and gown
A steaming cup of tea in bed
I pull the cords to open the taste
Of irresstable you to my lips
Do you take sugar ? You ask
Oblivious of my kisses
No just milk
leaning down her fingers curl
Round the pap motherly
She puts the nipple to my tongue
The spoon drops
falling
into me
You disrobe
Kiss me once
Feel my hardness
You spoon it’s medicine
Into your wet wantness
And sigh and sigh
Till your kettle sings
When it’s all finished
We prop pillows behind
Our head
Take our cups
Stirr twice
Leaving spoons clink on the saucer
We sip
In silence
Staring
Out the window
No one complains
Why the tea is cold.

Morning

timbuckley

Muckross Killarney, Ireland

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