Filipina Almusal

Filipina Almusal.

( An evocation of happy memories of waking up with my Filipina lover and starting the day with an intimate breakfast. "Almusal" is the Tagalog for breakfast)

Pink and moist, and hot, and tight

debauched by pleasures of the night

framed by belly, hips and thighs

topped by those, most dangerous, eyes

desired by many, fucked by few

I'm no more to be fucked by you,

the greatest prize in True Love's power,

posession of Rose Mary's flower

My tongue has been there many times

to trace out those delicious lines

anus, septum, pussy wall

my tongue has dallied on them all,

your labia and pubic mound

that I, so carefully, shaved around

and beneath that monkish cowl,

awaiting eagerly my tongue's prowl

yearning, lusting, lewd, lascivious

my darling, your voluptuous clitoris

No more my tongue will trace that path

and in your shorn cunt work its craft

but I remember every lick,

and suck and blow and other trick

and in my mind I wander back

to slither down that long lost track,

Forget? Regret? I never shall

My Filipina almusal.