The Pleasures Of Morning

Waking to his hard features pressed to her soft succulent body aroused in her a hunger,
She wanted what he had to offer, wanted to feel him pulsating inside of her,every throb making her body quiver, the mixture of pleasure and pain at his hands drove her insane.
Laying with his hard features pressed firmly against her body she could no longer keep from raging war on his body.
Straddling him,her legs shake with the craving,his fingertips digging into her lush curves as he unforgivingly slams her into him over and over again,
He knows her sweet spot as well as he knows each and every curve of her body,
They rage into desire and shoot across the sky,coming to rest in a blanket of fallen stars.