3 May 2012


She silently slips out of bed
Fresh cold water on her face
And walks downstairs
Oven, tea, coffee
Set the table
Fresh bread
The room fills with
The perfume
Of breakfast
He wakes
His nose fills
Drawn down
And sees her
Just an apron
Her milky white butt
Moving with every step
As she turns
And smiles
And gestures to sit
A nipple peaking out
Of the apron
Walking away
The ribbon swaying 
In between the seam
Of the rounded forms
His bathrobe lifted 
By the sight
She sits
Crumbs on her
She smiles
He smiles
While they eat

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