Morning Weakness

I have been stirred
from a sound sleep....
With hungry thoughts
of a slow press-deep...

My cock semi-erect
against my thigh...
Slowly hardening
reaching up high..

The blood with its
warmth rushing in..
Slowly it thickens
within taut skin..

You have given life to
this wretched beast..
That desires your wet
and silk laden feast...

My hand takes hold
of unruly greed..
Gently stroking and
giving into need..

Eyes are closed..thoughts
seen in waking dream..
You on top are riding..lips
snug and wet with cream.

My hand mimics your
rise and fall..
Your slow press with
grind and all...

My mind sees those
roasted coffee browns...
I hear your breathing as
walls tighten around..

No longer gentle in
tempo and grip...
Stroking length and
sensitive tip...

I imagine your begs
and whispered moans...
Your twitching walls
and low toned groans..
Your skin glowing
so flush and red...
Sheets being pulled
off the bed...

I feel my pleasure about
to quake and spill...
You've become my weakness;
against it...I have no will.