Coffee
Would you like sugar with yours?
"Would you like coffee?"She asks, mouth askew.Her bottom lip she bites,And begins to chew. The wolf hunting his prey,Stalks through her door.Kicking it closed,Ready to adore. Coffee forgotten,Tongues teasing on lips,Mouths opening,Touching on tips. Cupping and lifting,Clothes torn asunder,Caressing and touching,Exploring, ready to plunder. Fingers outstretched,Her arms around his neck,Nails digging in,She lays on the deck...