Morning Ritual

Every morning, the same thing occurs.
I awake in the early dawn light.
Underneath the warm blanket, I part my thighs.
My right hand reaches in between.
Slowly, the gate guarding my paradise opens.
With a touch or two, my love juice begins to flow.
First a slow drip and later a water fall, it comes.
Like a butterfly opens it wings, the lips burst and expands.
The fingers work their magic,
Until I reach the point of no return,
Taking me to the abyss of ecstasy.