The Blood & The Bones

Sunday morning.. I awake to you already unfolding me and taking me in..
Your tongue is eager slithering through my syrup..
Your fingers digging into the soft wet cake of me, pulling me forward as they curl deliberately within my body..
My hips respond, rising into the sunbeams that force their way through gauzy curtains..
And before my eyes are even open my mouth is shaped with cries of bliss and your name
Nothing I can utter is enough to convey..
how indulged I feel when you decide to make me breakfast in bed..

the blood
& the bones