Tea

As reluctant as I may be
to take my eye and squeeze it in my tea,
to drink the images of you, undressing just for me,

to smell your lips when mines are touching tea,
to burn my tongue and hear your noisy glee,
and spin the spoon around your milky belly,
while drinking images of you, undressing just for me, 

to lick and taste your honey sweetened tit,
to sip your sex along with jasmine sniff,
and guess myself reflected in the tea,
while drinking images of you, undressing just for me,

to hear you moaning as the cup gets empty,
to feel like coming, having the last swig,
and then, to soften and gaze thrilled,
after drinking images of you undressing just for me,

well, I'd do it though, to quench this thirst to see 
you again, undressing just for me.