Coffee and Cream

Thinking aloud where’d I place the coffee Knew some had been purchased some the other day “I’m here,” a voice demurely whispers Turning around. . . my mouth drops to floor Dressed in a black sheer chemise Black FMPS adorning french-pedicured toes Ready to genuflect and partake of my blessings Letting my tongue sweep across my ‘tache and 'tee Rolling her pierced tongue amongst those full glistening pink lips Distracted, my mind was thinking about her other pink phat lipps Lascivious longing to lick her from front to back & back to front Chuckling, she caught me curling my long lizard Shaking her finger, “Not just yet” “Umm, you need some crème to go with this Coffee first!”Climbing on top of the breakfast bar. . . Phewww, what a sweet a*s view No longer was she a tall drink of cocoa enriched chocolate milk Screw that crazy Nestle’ Quik bunny S**t no one but me having this luscious mocha honey Slowly seductively spreading her thighs I always adore day in, day out Slender french-manicured fingers trailing up her inner thighs Needless to say. . . by now, sporting a boner through my suit’s trousers Thinking of calling in sick for the day. . . F**k, this is well worth being docked 24 hours pay Damn! Now where was I… oh yeah Leaning back, her kitty now exposed. . . Don’t know how much more of this I can take Pulling back those tender wett lipps, c**t ripe and ready Her fingers sliding up and down. . . to the left. . . to the right Thank goodness for Mother Nature’s delectable digit’d d****s Good googly moogly, fo sho’ she knows how to tease her man Silent becomes nature’s morning songbird symphony As if they were in cahoots with my cappucino vixen Nothing but soft moans do I hear. . . her bountiful bosom rising up and down Mesmerized, realizing not the drool dribblin’ unto my tie Enthralled by dark chocolate digits dancing amongst her swollen c**t… All I can do to fight the urge to just dive in head first One. . . Two. . . Three. . . slides in. . . Ohhhh shytttt. . . Four!!!! Biting my knuckles. . . Mr Thycke ready to bust loose his woolen prison Tilting her head, hearing my groans. . . she continues Standing up, pacing closer. . . my nose taking in her heady p***y perfume Eyes locked, she purrs. . “Patience, my love, patience” Aint’ this a b***h. . . I’m being held captive Thinking back. . . yeah I deserve this. . . chalk up one for her Bending over, catching her off guard with a rare devious talent Slowly. . . Sucking. . . Salaciously. . . Slipping. . . Tongue. . . Tackling. . . Toes. . . Tantalizingly. . . Tastee. . . She caressing my freshly cut dome, Murmuring “Not fair” Ignoring her pleas to cease, run my hands along her sculpted calves In betwixt abbreviated breaths, “I’m. . . Oh Gawd!!!” Watching her bite her lip, fighting the building erotic eruption within Losing not eye contact, sliding my serpentine monsta in & out Turning the tables, I’m getting my Coffee & Crème if it kills me before I leave Suddenly those taunt tawny thighs thwump’d down aboutst my neck Her nails digging deep, trying to push-pull me simultaneously As furious as she seizes up, slowly her body her slumps What a sensuous sight to behold. . . Freshly churned pucce crème for lil’ ol’ me To go with my morning cup of mocha Coffee Don’t think Maxwell House ever intended this When they penned the slogan of “Good to the very last drop. . .Now You Tell Me Did I Bring it??