Erotic PoetryBe My BriocheBe my brioche,
and I'll eat you
up for breakfast.
Be my marmalade,
and I'll spread you
thickly on my toast.
I'll feast on buttery morsels
and chase the crumbs,
and lick the plate
and tongue my
fingers clean with
no manners at all.
Be my café au lait
and I'll drink
and slurp
and suck the
sweet milky goodness
that softens the buzz of
a dark caffeine rush.
Be my honey dripper
and I'll be your lunch.
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