Muffins Number One

There were muffins
for tea.

Hot and buttered.

And you muttered
something soft
as we fed each other,
mouthfuls.

We both giggled,
and dribbled,
stickiness.

And as you led me
to your room,
and its wickedness.

You were so
ribald.

You
ballooned
the
ribbed condom

and popped it.

Oh,
my beautiful,
funny,
muffin.

Stop it!