Morning Glory

Each dawn when the rays of the rising sun  
Announce the coming of another day,
Even before the lethargy of sleep
Has relinquished its hold upon my mind,
Sweet memories of the torrid passion
Of our many nights of ecstatic love
Arouse exquisite stirrings in my loins;
And whilst warm limbs are bound in lassitude,
The beating of my heart grows fast and strong
Sending hot blood coursing through my body
And awaking my still recumbent cock
Until it stands erect in carnal pomp.
 
No longer able to resist the pulse
Of lubricious delight which burns like fire
Along the spine of my hardening shaft,
My fingers seek those sweet and tender spots
Behind the swollen crown, and with slow strokes
I rehearse the sensation of my cock
Parting your delicate engorged petals
And sliding deep into your velvet heat.
The motion of my hips thrusting upwards
Recollects the balletic ecstasy
Of our nightly ride on waves of rapture,
To the summit of libidinous joy.
 
An impulse of autoerotic lust
Captures me within its exquisite grasp
Driving me in ever faster frenzy
Towards the sweet death of orgasmic bliss.
The onanistic intoxication
Of erogenous self copulation
Fills my mind with explicit images
Of your soft naked flesh flushed with desire,
And piercing jets of promiscuous fire
Erupt in arcs of priapic pleasure,
On the altar of carnal elation,
In ejaculatory paradise.