My Breakfast …


Coarse hair becomes thin scattered strands
As you part my ear with your fingertips
The gripping sensation upon my scalp,
Helps me feel the exactness of your love.

My thoughts are hazy, yet so focused,
Love is flowing from within our essence
A rising medley.
Sounds of expressions.

As we hum Cupid’s tunes, following the beats,
Love overflows and overtakes our bodies
It’s no longer in our control
We maximize on the feeling.

I embrace you with a sigh
You place your head upon my chest.
Our stomachs rumble in agreement
We glance at each other in recognition
Breakfast is in order!!


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