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Morning Wood
I wake and feel his warmth against me.
I smile, thinking, you have to admire his work ethic.
Wasn’t it just six hours ago?
Yes, I think, and what love we made!
Maybe it’s a little case of morning wood and
I should leave well enough alone.
But no, I’ll not leave it alone. Life is short after all.
I roll over and taste his bitter saltiness,
thankful that he still holds my scent.
I smile, thinking, you have to admire his work ethic.
Wasn’t it just six hours ago?
Yes, I think, and what love we made!
Maybe it’s a little case of morning wood and
I should leave well enough alone.
But no, I’ll not leave it alone. Life is short after all.
I roll over and taste his bitter saltiness,
thankful that he still holds my scent.
Published 9th May 2022
Author's Note
Remembering Saturday morning.
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10th May 2022 1:33am
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26th Aug 2022 12:27pm
Unfortunately so many women are still intimidated by the D***
They never want to have anything to do with it once the passionate love making or quickie session is over.
It's as if when they see a man's genitals they are expected to perform as opposed to appreciating a man's masculine physique.
His appendage is only there by happenstance and many women don't realise that it's not a big deal.
They never want to have anything to do with it once the passionate love making or quickie session is over.
It's as if when they see a man's genitals they are expected to perform as opposed to appreciating a man's masculine physique.
His appendage is only there by happenstance and many women don't realise that it's not a big deal.
9th Sep 2022 00:09am
I love that appendage and have never felt anything but affection for it in a man, or at least the men I've truly loved.
