A Poem for a Monday Morning…


Her fingers curl around its warmth.
Her mouth moves in, gliding along its smooth edge.
Hot and wet, she tastes the sweet nectar,
Letting the liquid caress her lips and tongue,
Sucking gently; her mind, still; her body, at peace.

She’s waited all morning for this,
Since she opened her eyes first thing, she has anticipated this very moment.
Now she savours every second of it.
Willing it not to end…praying that she doesn’t finish it too quickly,

And come to the end of her cup of tea.

😉 Happy Monday x

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