Morning Pleasures

I want to wake to the dark smell of you

I want the taste of you to linger on my tongue

I sit and recall the steam you generate on my upper lip

Water pools in my mouth at the thought of you

I leave my bed—your warmth as my desire

I’ll bring you back to my room and bury us within the sheets

Oh how you love my sheets, crisp and white

But you jealous love

You leave remnants of your presence when I move too quickly

Your varying shades of brown

Your biting heat on my tongue

I’m patient; I take my time with you

You fit perfectly in my hands

Warm and inviting, your temperature surpasses my own

I draw you in and close my eyes

I know I’ve had enough when my body begins to shake

I must leave the bed eventually

But I’ll come back to you, as I always do

I smell the essence of you wandering through town

I yearn for your taste

Jealously I watch as others indulge in your beauty

But they do not love you like I do

No, they do not place the pink of their lips upon you the way I do

They diminish your color

They change the way you taste

The sacrilege of it all

To watch such a perfect thing be altered

When nighttime comes, I know I cannot have you

I miss you when you’re not here

But always you make me wait for the sun

Oh how my head aches when I leave the house without your taste

My eyes shut as my tongue dries

A remedy lies within filling my mouth with you

I look forward to waking to you again

Just you and I

Every morning

Forever and always

My love

My coffee