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Texture

.
It's in the morning,
between late night
& early dawn.

Skins incredible
morning texture

Finding myself to be
aware awake, yet allowing
my senses another hour.

Contentment to his hand
between my thighs,
discovering his nightime
release still slick as
desired for hardened
probing when on my side
till access found.

And although I'd allow his
sitting up & thrusting it home,
as is his right against my
quivering ass
I was also at home with him,
on his side,
gently sliding his gorgeous  
thickness, feeling the heat
of his labouring breath on
my shoulder,
The heat of his seed deep
between my thighs,
but I'd recall little else as
my slumber continued
when leaning back into
his embrace.
Written by Lookawaynow (Rose)
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