Morning Glory

A brand new day, a familiar sight,
One to be remembered each time.
Lust, love, longing,
You beckon.
Becoming one with beauty and with reason.
The morning hath come, glory in both meanings.
Protrude, extract,
Bliss.
The endless deep gaze, exploding in silence,
Words that cannot be spoken.
Awakening with urges,
The beauty turns to need.
Animalistic instinct radiates throughout the sheets.
Power, pace, swiftly bringing reason.
Clawing, clinging, a mix of emotion.
Heads swimming, bathing in pleasure and sweat,
Guttural moans and soft whimpers,
Awaiting the end- nearing in sight.
Cries to the creator of all that we are,
Three syllable shouts, two words
"I'm cumming"
Bringing both to the edge,
Bliss, taking both to dimensions away.
Explosions of eruptions, deep within.
The moment of time frozen,
All that is anything is unheard.
Love smearing across bodies and leaking through sheets,
We are only one,
In this moment,
Of morning glory.