Coming Home Late

Upon the bed
I find you,
the covers disheveled
the restless turn
of a dream
has left you uncovered

The show
ran much longer
than initially intended,
and it seems only fair
that my lateness
be amended

I follow the smooth
of those legs
wide and parted,
your panties are off
do you know
what you've started?

I hear a low murmur
is it a welcome
or a dream?
you smell freshly showered
and given the rise
I might bust a seam

I slide my pants off
with the intent
to get cozy,
and the closer I get
I see your
cheeks are quite rosy

the spread
of your opening
is definitely damp
and it only seems proper
that I turn on that lamp

you grab at my hand
and assist
with the guidance,
we've shifted
to lessons
in physical science

you purr
and you twist
to the demands of the body.
a shot of cum
hits your breast
so deliciously naughty

You told me
to wake you
and I'm a man of my word,
and it seems
that my methods
have been graciously endured