Dreaming and having tender fun
Breakfast In Albany by M.A.Meddings
Fresh as a spring morning
Thats what you are
Clean as a light breeze
Coming up from the river
Sunshine
Clearing the mist of morning
A very radient promise
Of a warmth
And a little hot later
'Good morrow' my darling you say
What would you like for breakfast
'Nnnoothing' I say
Then slip round the table and kiss you
And tenderly give
Your bottom a squeeze
You smile
In that special
Particular way
'Nothing at all'? you ask
'Nay' I say
'Just a little coffee
And a Rose Marie biscuit'
You slip from you tasks
Come closer and ask
With that little girls smile
And eyes that beguile
'Are you sure'???
'There is nothing!
I can get you'???
I take you in my arms
And hold you
'Just you being my wife
Is enough for this life'
You return to your tasks
And wiggle your bum
Teasingly enticing me
It is saturday morning
Albany dawning suburbia
A newly found home for me
Breakfast with katherine
And gymnastics after tea
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2008-03-28 at 06:51
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