Ode to the First Sip
The mug sits patiently,
Letting off enticing tendrils of steam
Warm liquid releasing vapor to dance with cool air
An invitation.
A hand reaches out, hesitant.
Not ready to be grasped there, but, yes, there.
That feels right in this moment.
Drawing it near, I welcome the vapors into my lungs.
Freely given, gratefully received,
The layered aromas bring pleasure deep within
Desire blossoms.
Mouth salivates and cheeks come alive,
Pulsing with blood and potential motion
Seeking connection with that Other,
Lips part to make room for more.
Taking in those dancing vapors once more, desire builds
This time, I allow the desire to flow out my lips, across the surface of this Liquid Lover in my mug
Another hand completes the embrace,
That part no longer too hot to touch,
Instead, now ready to share its warmth.
Lips caress the edge of the mug like a prayer,
Warm ceramic like a sun-kissed stone on the river’s banks
That First Sip
Fills my mouth with orgasmic pleasure
Slowly, it travels down
Seeping into the places that needed comfort and nourishment
Like warm summer rain
soaking all the layers of the subsoil,
down to the bedrock
As I welcome in more,
I feel its magic continue.
Slowly loosening things,
Washing away worry
The intensity of desire
Yields to satiated contentment.
A Simple Pleasure
I feel gratitude deep in my fleshy being
One last caress along smooth stone as I gently release my grasp
“Until next time” I whisper, with a sigh and a smile
Author: Kat Rose, 2023
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