Morning Love

Every dawn I dream of you my sweet lover,
Cuddling naked beside me in the warm darkness,
Your body soft against mine, drifting in blissful languor,
That delicious state of consummated desire,
Following a night of ecstatic lovemaking
United in the rapture of mutual love,
Our passion still undimmed despite the passing years.

And in the morning I think of you my darling,
Dreaming of you alongside me in the shower,
My hands exploring the gentle swell of your breasts,
Then tracing a path down the curve of your tummy,
Your flesh slippery beneath my tender caress,
Parting your delicate folds with my fingers,
To reveal your feminine centre to my touch.

The exquisite feeling of the jets of water,
Playing on the tingling flesh of my shaven balls,
Reminds me of the sweetness of your soft kisses,
And as I stroke the hardening shaft of my cock,
Simulation of the wonderful sensations
Aroused by your soft tongue on my excited flesh,
I recall the many hours of pleasure we have shared.

As I approach the sweet release of my climax,
I imagine you eager for me to enter
Deep into the heart of your slick and velvet heat,
The slippery feeling of my soapy fingers
Rapidly sliding up and down my throbbing tool
Becoming the sensation of your engorged lips
Caressing me as we ride the waves of rapture.

Every morning I come for you my darling,
Releasing my hot seed into your dark centre,
As daily we unite in an ecstatic dance,
The outward expression of our enduring love,
Mutually given pleasure, proof against time,
Each infinite moment of bliss a silken rope
Binding us together until our lives shall end.