Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Lips To Kiss After Breakfast


Wanted most from you is the touching.
With a holding me and close.
Sincere and near to me as if to feed a craving,
Need like fresh jam or homemade jelly...
Spread on a warm piece of buttered toast.

'And you...
On my mind fixed to sit as if scrambled eggs,
Cooked and placed beside crisp and tasty bacon.
And your lips so tender I wish to quickly kiss,
After the crumbs from them you lick.'

To lick lips after breakfast is love.

'I agree.
Would you like two or three sugars in your coffee? '

I'll take the coffee.
But there are times I do prefer tea.

'Let's do the tea.
With lemon?
It makes the lips to kiss after breakfast,
More inviting for the tongue.'

Submitted: Saturday, September 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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