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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
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