In the morning

Waking up to being entirely full, swollen, thick.

Pulsing,
throbbing, gripping,
squeezing, stroking.

Him.

Waking, watching,
softly touching,
moaning, pushing,
dripping.

Her.

Glancing over to her: moment of realization;
slowing, lifting covers, fingers moving,
breathing faster, breasts perked, nipples hard.

He.

Opens eyes, notices him, faster movement,
seeing his fullness with covers lifted,
licking lips, drenched fingers slip,
from in between her hips.

She.

Reaches for him; reaches for her,
sliding his entirety through her soaked fingers,
slipping through her dripping slit,
staring at the other, moans released, louder now.

They.

Lips embraced in fervent osculation,
faster now, moans quickly heightening to
muffled screams, thoughts of the night’s dreams.

Closer now, reaching lower, pushing deeper, squeezing
tighter, throbbing, pulsing, soaking.

Closer now, moving harder, screaming, biting, pulling.

Closer now.

Screaming pleasure, explosive relief covering their fingers.

He can’t let go, won’t slip out.
She can’t let go, won’t release.

Finally allowing full relaxation, his fingers move
from her drenched slit, to his parted lips,
tasting the sweet desire. Her fingers covered,
move towards her, positioned carefully over her
mouth, dripping down onto her tongue.

Running their covered hands over each other’s bodies.

She looks at him and allows the first words to slip through,

“Mmm… Good morning… Can we go again?”