First Thrust Of A New Year

Aren't you glad
I kept on my best behavior last night
letting the ideas form me
for our eventual
New Year's morning?

Did you feel me slide in,
behind you
covered in that thick duvet
abandoned to a most pleasing slumber?

You had quite a night
and I've made it my duty
that we start this year right

Your skin, so smooth
drawing my hand
to follow every contour presented
feeling myself tented
at the prospect
of having you

Oh yes, push back against me like that
and feel my lips travel your neck, down your back
and soon I'll be opening you
to ravish that sweet snack

I see your hand has found me,
pulling back and forth
making me swell a little bigger
as my finger collides against that trigger

Oh damn, that sleepy moan
is most inviting to me
and you feel me
enter you with hand,

I always seem to know
what is you demand

Coating my fingers
in your grace
and leading them to my lips
for a quick, needed taste

before...

Widening those thighs
to get closer inside
my rugged face
buried and grazing
that sacred space

And with my focused efforts
and your grip in my hair
I await that moment
where you will surely swear

Imploring me
to inch myself
into that slick appeasement,
for the art of such moments
is a "fuck yes" to please it

Rocking you gently
with the pelvic amusement
in precious abandon
you say, "fuck, yes...just use it"

The sparks from your body
take flight in the mind
your strong legs wrapping round
to keep us entwined

My tip hitting places
where senses unlock
your working that pussy
on this well-fitted cock

Aligning and sliding me
in such decadent pleasure,
my lips and my thrust
get the rewards of such measure

Yes, release that excitement
give me every vibration
the first dip of this year
is our combined elation

Your meeting each shot
with a quiver of your own
isn't it magic
to not be alone?