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AWAKING TOGETHER

I stretch my body full length and quake
In bed at morning as we awake.
Upon my back, eyes open, I rest
In the warmth of our blanketed nest.
You, lying curled up upon your side,
Straighten up, turn round and on me slide
Your left leg over the front of mine,
As if beckoning for a re-twine.
I notice how wet your loins still feel,
Left over from the sexual meal.
 
Upon your right arm you rest your head,
While your left slides, upon my chest haired.
I brush your hair away from your eyes,
Which show contentment, and no surprise
After the way that our night turned out.
Facing each other first time, no clout,
Emboldened by the wine we both drank,
Into each other's bodies we sank.
We hear from outside the birds' dawn chorus,
Sounding as if serenading us.
 
We see the sun rising, shining through
The blinds as if blessing me and you.
On the bedside chairs our clothing lies,
Shed head to foot by way of the thighs.
You thank me for the satisfaction
I brought to you in last night's action
With a kiss brought from your to my lips
And intimate squeeze close to my hips.
Which makes me feel happiest of men
And tempted to 'do it all' again.
 
You say, "Let us do it one more time
Before we get up!" On me you climb.
Now, like a cowgirl, you are astride
And rubbing down on my stirring pride.
You look up as if seeing to skies
As we adjust position of thighs.
With one hand upon your breasts I rub,
Feel your nipples come out in a stub
While the other circles round your back
As I re-enter your warm wet crack.
 
Last night I had been on top of you,
You reciprocate, me under you.
As you thrust down, up my thighs push,
So hard I feel skin rub through the bush.
We fill the room with our moans and cries
As intensity builds up in the thighs
Till ejaculation's crescendo
Works off our remaining libido.
Then we get up, go to the shower
And freshen up like a new flower.
 
 
Written by Solomon_Song
Published | Edited 28th Aug 2018
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