DAYBREAK©

I want a morning love....
that licks at my consciousness!  
That stings the eyes and wakes his hibernating loin from slumber!  
You know the one that coerces me to press my bottom against his pride and joy!
His joy will be my squawking rooster...
That Cockle do oh what that Cockle do!  
A morning that gives my hands chance to somehow manage to find their way to her clit.  
Groggy, crust still in eye. I still pretend to be asleep so my movements are as subtle and sneaky as I want to be.
Not needing words, because she'll already know what I want.  
Just to get the privilege to lay where they lay. To touch them in ways the world can't, in places they don't have access to but now I do.
That AM love that wakes up with birds chirping and a ménage à trois.    
With strong hands pulling me close, and him nestling into some soft warm pussy.
With us knitted together like deific works of poetry. Like a human centipede. Rolling our bodies as if every nerve was attached.  
We'd sprawl at dusk and lie in the iniquitous glow of saffron.  
A rise and shine like no other that turns 3 into my favorite number...  
Where my mouth seeks out her neck, and my fingertips trace the steps of a thousand journeys that have finally brought her to me,  
and I’ll take her in my mouth, saying "BUENOS DIAS" to her the only way that I know how.  
Heliolatry that welcomes polygamy...
With mottled sunshine peeping through the shades creating cool shadows across our skin.  
A trifecta of bestir that's reason exactly why this MORNING is so damn GOOD.  
I'll eat her pussy purposefully sloppy so spit and pussy juice will land on the rise of my breasts begging to be licked off by His hungry mouth.
My nonverbal communication reading please fuck her. For me.
I need to watch I need to see you introduce her to ecstasy once more.  
A dawn that beseeches to stay undressed and tasted slowly,  
one that lingers on our lips long after it's passed.    
Clothes stained with our risque adventures.  
Breath smelling of last night’s sexcapades.  
A morning where aurora sweeps us into a plateau of light  
and I'll "accidentally" forget to brush my teeth just so everyone that I speak to will get the privilege of smelling the glory and grace of God.
Donte's inferno should point towards the sun if my lovers have anything to do with it.
And for the remainder of the day I'd hum the threes company song skipping and whistling. Because my cup runeth over.