What I’m most proud of

The sun has been shining, the morning
Birds sing, I’ve been dreaming of
Eating: steaks, and bacon, and figs,
Then slowly, there’s something, that
Intrudes on my slumber, visions of
Living, like two peas in a pod,
It’s summertime in my heart,
I can tell, ‘cause I’m sweating,
My hands are quite clammy, and baby,
You’re wet and I’m getting there,
Cycling up, how crazy you make me,
It’s Six in the morning, and oh,
How you wake me, your tongue
At my nipple and your nose in my ear,
Your hand at my ankle, and your eyes
Twixt my legs, endlessly staring
At my wrinkly, prickly, hair-covered eggs.