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Twilight Between Sleep and Awake
The early rays of light had come through the curtains
Haze of a long sleep drawing to a close
Entering his mind, a twilight dream
The presence of her coming closer
Her naked skin, her naked touch
Aroused, becoming
The softness of her long hair
The softness of her lips on his
Her hand lightly caressing his cock
Holding her in his arms the nights before
Holding her hand as the light gentle breeze drifted around them
Lovers embraced became lovers entwined
Losing their clothes hands and mouths exploring their bodies
The hair of her cunt driving his hunger
His mouth now devouring her
His fingers playing with the meal before him
His tongue moving in and out of her
The stiffness of his cock driving her hunger
Her mouth now swallowing him
Her hand stroking her meal
Her tongue sliding up and down the shaft
Twilight of his arousal
A dream between rem and wake
Stroking his cock now
Erect he begins to cum
His eyes now awake
At rest to the coming day
Longing once more to see her, to hear her
Beautiful she had come into his life
Now waking up was a pleasure not a curse
Haze of a long sleep drawing to a close
Entering his mind, a twilight dream
The presence of her coming closer
Her naked skin, her naked touch
Aroused, becoming
The softness of her long hair
The softness of her lips on his
Her hand lightly caressing his cock
Holding her in his arms the nights before
Holding her hand as the light gentle breeze drifted around them
Lovers embraced became lovers entwined
Losing their clothes hands and mouths exploring their bodies
The hair of her cunt driving his hunger
His mouth now devouring her
His fingers playing with the meal before him
His tongue moving in and out of her
The stiffness of his cock driving her hunger
Her mouth now swallowing him
Her hand stroking her meal
Her tongue sliding up and down the shaft
Twilight of his arousal
A dream between rem and wake
Stroking his cock now
Erect he begins to cum
His eyes now awake
At rest to the coming day
Longing once more to see her, to hear her
Beautiful she had come into his life
Now waking up was a pleasure not a curse
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