
I see you in the sourdough bread,
the pot of coffee, as you’re giving me head.
I feel you on my chaise lounge,
lying next to me, as your breasts I scrounge.
I smell you whiffing from my beard,
nose in your pussy, as your bed we shared.
I taste you in the tea I drank,
sitting on my deck, as your lips I thank.
I hear you coursing through my mind,
peals of laughter, as I caress your behind.
I sense you deep inside my soul,
a warm cozy blanket, as I fondle your mole.
I pause to catch visions of you,
penetrating me, every direction I move.
©️ Siva Raj, 2019

