THE TENT POLE

I see point in the sheet
Stick up, before my feet.
"The tent pole’s gotten up!
I’m set up for a tup!
Would you obligingiy
Wake up and get on me?"
I said, in my love’s ear,
As sunrise did appear.
I heard sound of her stir,
Stretch, yawn like kitty purr.
She slid on me in bed
Like snake, to give me head.
It brought out my long "Hmmmm!"
She brought me to pre-cum,
Then slid up my torso.
Bodies squared up below.
Our mouths linked in long kiss.
I flicked her clitoris.
 
"Keep doing on-off, hon!
You’ll make me run and run!"
She said, mischievously,
As her hips writhed on me.
I bathed hand in wetness
Of stirred up readiness.
She spread her legs astride
And bore down on my pride.
I thrust up in return.
Our lusts we did out burn.
I kneaded her ass cheeks
And felt her nipple peaks
Rub into my chest skin.
Moans came from deep within.
Then came the sweet release
Of pent up seed through piece.
The rampancy went slow
To languid after-glow.