Morning Ritual

 Nutty and sweet,

Smooth and hot-

Morning coffee with you is my favorite ritual-

Dark mornings,

Awake before the sun even opens her eyes,

The room around us, dimly lit as we share the couch.

My soul flows with ease,

And that first morning kiss always sets my soul on fire -

Barefoot and braless,

I can't help but sit there, and get lost in your beauty-

The most beautiful masterpiece sits right in front of me,

And that's you.

How lucky am I,

That I get to share morning coffee with you,

For the rest of our lives -

Slave

My sweet queen,

The way you grace me with your tongue between my thighs,

Teasing me until I beg,

Tears of lust and frustration fill my emerald eyes as your tigers eyes gaze up at me,

Into mine.

Filling my soul with passion as you slide various modals of pleasure into my dripping flower,

Watching my body spill over into ecstasy,

Tiny goosebumps painting a picture for you,

Showing you, how raw and on edge I am-

Having your way with me excites me-

Telling me what to do, who I am, and what is yours.

My body and soul give in,

A slave to your honey and pain.

My Goddess,

Use me in whatever way you please-

As I sit here on my knees,

Bound to you-

For all eternity.