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Morning

As the midnight hours fade
The sky begins to brighten.

The sun is not fully up yet.
It has yet to make its way
Over the horizon.

As time goes by
You rigidly toss in your slumber.

Close to awakening
But not fully there;
You unconsciously attempt to adjust
Your growing tumescence.

Frustrated by your failed attempts
You awaken to your chagrin
As well as your elation.

You remember why I brought you here.

Fettered
And unable to relieve
The throbbing
Of the rise of the sun
You beg for release.

Gently I tease the curtain open
To reveal the sun fully up
And ready to illuminate
The entire room with its rays.

Begging and pleading
You ask for the warm explosion
Of the sunís heat.

And once again you are denied.
What a delightfully torturous way
To start this morning.
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