beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


Let me whisper

My heated thoughts

Beneath a white cotton sky

I look at you, asleep

And the ache, oh fuck me,

The ache of it

I am about my purpose

I live with my wings

stretched out to the ends

Of the earth

My paws

Etched deep into the soil

But to look upon you

Makes me urgent with


I would make you breakfast

Then make you breakfast

Dawn is coming

Let me instruct you

In how a bear like me

Likes to start his


And be sated by beauty

Sweet and thick as honey

Before the light reaches

My eyes




One thought on “Breakfast

  1. Pingback: Weekend Omnibus | MB Blissett

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s