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In The Morning.....
.....she touches my body,
revelation....."real or imagination"
the sudden elation
she makes me so hard
my chest tingles
my nipples
rise against the
palms of her hands,
my stomach ripples
against the trembling angst
my soul rises up
against the
delicious tension
within my pants
she stirs a fire in me
to satiate her pleasure
In the morning
she rides the storm
tall upon my lap,
I buck and fall
a deep arch in my back
thrusting my hips
high toward the sky
punching through
the warm, wet void
between her
wildly, capricious
thighs
I am tantalized
feeling the rush,
releasing my hot
seed deep inside,
breaking my stride
the rocket ride slowing
my spent cock
having surrendered
it's creamy fountain
slowly showing
lofty pleasures
the pout of
her lips surround
the crown
she licks from my scepter
the remnants
of our sweet, mocha dreams......
…..in the morning
você que eu quero agora
Published 18th Jun 2018
Author's Note
"I can't stop myself from calling
calling out your name
I can't stop myself from falling
falling back again
in the morning,
Baby, in the afternoon......." Nora Jones https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=153&v=rN5bjt8rUXI
calling out your name
I can't stop myself from falling
falling back again
in the morning,
Baby, in the afternoon......." Nora Jones https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=153&v=rN5bjt8rUXI
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18th Jun 2018 12:41pm
Oh MMM ... this is fabulous ... what erotic poetry is supposed to be ... swept me up ... carried me along ... wanting ... needing ... desiring ... the lusted ache of it all ... *sigh*
18th Jun 2018 12:59pm
......needing it most "in the morning" 😋 Glad you allowed yourself to be raptured up 😇
18th Jun 2018 1:00pm
18th Jun 2018 5:03pm
Walking on that line between real and imaginary in the mornings can be wonderful. I have to say that the last stanza had me smiling as a sigh escaped my lips. Good write Mr.M!
18th Jun 2018 8:50pm
