It Was Her Birthday Poem by Ravi Kopra

It was her birthday
I woke up early, sneaked out of bed

To serve breakfast to my queen in bed
Coffee was brewing in the pot

The toaster was toasting slices
of her favourite asiago bread

I was turning eggs in the skillet
Suddenly I feel her full breasts

against my back, her hands on my
shoulders, her lips on my neck

My body shuddered.I turned. She smiled
I gave kisses on her mouth, forehead, eyes...

I served her breakfast in the bed
and pulled over the downey, entwined.