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33/ BREAKFAST IN BED
I am teasing her
I know I am not just Any hummingbird that She can please Even though My clit has invisible wings Flapping 80 flaps per second Its heartbeat per minute In the thousands I am teasing her Because she just ate me And she wants greedily A second hand Tenderly I berate her I am not just a plate Of bivalves that you Can sip and swallow In salt and lime I am not some seabed Liquor you can just Get drunk in the Early Tuesday morning With her long piano-like Fingers She attempts to pull My Asian knees apart But I snap them shut & tight Like locking the Door to a commercial washer You can hear that definitive Assertive all-or-nothing click Against metal and plexiglass Forbidding air, water, Lingerie, socks, winter coats, And soap From being fugacious From going out of exile We are leisurely Eating breakfast in bed A strawberry in her red mouth Mimosa travelling down My esophagus Before I know it The champagne glass Has been tossed indeterminately into A clean towel basket The poached egg Sitting inside her on Medium heat Is leaking yellow yolk When I enter her lightly And she is buttering Her tongue On some toasted rye/olive breads Called my Vietnamese breasts And what about the inflated Sausage links We pre-purchased Off some fancy website Rolling About in the hot skillet? You ask Well, I reply Well, I am no vegan you know While laughing inconspicuously With twinkles in my eyes I say But let them Cool down first Hold on, my love Let them cool down first |
