Pancakes

Like a cat she crawls onto the clean, sheeted linen


She kneels, her ample breasts hang freely


Her eyes stalk me, and a cocaine-like lump forms in my throat


I walk to her, exposed as my birth and I drink in her sight


I marvel in her brazen enthusiam


Her complete and unabashed will


Her full lip curls in a sensual sneer and invites me to join her


Her hand reaches out and carresses


The side of my face


Skating down my neck


My shoulder


My arm


My hand


Electric sparks trace her path


My breathing becomes deep, automatic


I look down into her soulful eyes


And as best as I could, I muttered through my breath


In a dry, cracking voice
(I barely even recognized)


"Do we, by any chance, have any pancakes?"


She once again bit her lower lip and flashed me her smile


And with her dancing eyes, and with a kiss


She reached forward


And began


Milking my penis


"That fuckin' woman never listens to a goddamn word I say!!"