Pleasure's Pilgrim

There is nothing better than waking up
With your lover's lips wrapped around your cock.
Your head falls back. Your breathing goes abrupt.

Your journey ends at a porcelain shrine,
The toilet. Peeling her hair off your dick
As you piss, you sip from your glass of wine.

Connoisseur of peaks exquisite as these,
You kiss your pinched middle-finger and thumb,
And flush, after wiping the blood off your knees.