Throned

She always gives his morning rise purpose.  
Today was no different.  
As his fingers stroke her smoothness,  
She caresses his throne.  
Their eyes speak of love.  
Tender lips he seeks.  
His hand searches for treasure  
As she bows in awe of his strong, firm head.    
Mouth wide open to capture some of his virility.  
With a little releasing down the contours of her chin.  
 
Hardened member now ready to find  
a new home  
With his dome now primed.  
A slow glide in  
She begins riding  
Sitting on his throne was her favourite sunrise treat.  
Slow rhythms  
Back and forth  
Then faster  
With a circular approach.  
Proving her devotion  
With emotion  
Worshipping his kingdom.  
 
Clenching the sheets  
And a satisfied arched pose  
As she is giving.  
Now he knows  
It's his time to release his appreciation.  
Hips lifted,  
With a stiffened frame  
As he enters deeper into her domain.  
A song well justified  
Squeezing her voluptuousness  
As his royal essence is captured and absorbed.