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I Wake Up Every morning

I wake up every morning with my hard cock in my hand
 I think about you darling up there in the promised land
I pray Jesus will forgive me for the thoughts that made it rise
Pray some day we'll be together in that place beyond the skies

It will be a year this month since the good Lord took you there
He took away your suffering and made your storm clouds fair
He left me here to carry on, to love the family left
I'm so glad I have them, yet I'll always be bereft

Another night has passed me by. You were with me in my rest.
My hands caressed your vulva and the nipples on your breast
My lips were kissing your lips in the north and in the south
I brought you to orgasm with the tongue that's in my mouth

The sex we had for many years, half a century and plus
Was the best there ever was, at least the best for us
Never strayed to have another. Now it's just me here alone
Waking up each morning with my cock as hard a bone

I have thought of having others, whom I may know or greet
Who are by themselves and lonely, who may enjoy my piece of meat
Who may love having sex with me, though I'm imagining she's you
To keep it up to consummate is not something I could do

You know that I write poetry, write it to you quite a lot
My thoughts go to the sex we had, and it really makes me hot
I publish them Deep Underground to let some others read
And maybe find another who could satisfy my need

There are other poets writing here who are wanton in the night
Many of them read my poems and comment what I write
One of them and I went farther. I even went to test my luck
I traveled far to meet her, even spent the night to fuck

I took her out to dinner. We talked, enjoyed the date
Then went to her apartment, lost our clothes so we could mate
There was very little foreplay. I kissed her lips and then her cunt
I licked upon her clitoris, in her poems it was her want

I knelt down by the bedside, put my head between her thighs
Ate her pussy up and down as I looked into her eyes
My cock was up and ready so I stood to penetrate
It suddenly went down on me, the feeling not so very great

She spread her legs out wider as I struggled with my tool
She was not you, there on the bed. I was a stupid fucking fool
As I tried again, again, my cock kept folding back
She said, “ Just let me suck on it while you finger fuck my crack”

She took me in her magic mouth. I could hear her sucking sound
My cock was getting up again, as she moved her tongue around
She grasped my balls within her hand, had me fully sucked inside
She had me so excited I was about to end the ride

I took my prick out of her mouth, squeezed my hand around its girth
She licked what had been gleaming there, my feet were coming off the earth
She looked me in the eye and said, “Let me suck you 'til you're done
Maybe you can fuck me later, before the rising of the sun”

She took my cock back in her mouth. I erupted right away
She swallowed every drop I had, was satisfying, I must say
Then she rose up and she kissed me, open mouthed with tongue and all
I tasted of my cum on her, maybe later on we'd ball

I held her tightly to me, her naked body by my own
I had tasted of her pussy and my cock was fully blown
We napped for just a little while then got up and had a talk
I apologized for what had happened. I could not even walk the walk

She said, I understand you, I am not your loving wife
I know you were faithful to her for all your married life.
She is no longer with you. I am with you here instead
I would like to have you in me, not to just be giving head

We could not get it up again, and at dawns early light
I said that, I must leave you now. What I'm feeling isn't right
Maybe some day, down the road, I may return here once again
Right now I feel I've cheated and my cheating is a sin


P.S.
To the one, with love
I haven't seen you since then though I think of you a lot
We're both still writing poetry and I still think you're hot
I've thought about contacting you, to visit you again
But your true love is another and cheating's still a sin

I have written several hundred poems, maybe some are close to porn
Sometimes in the dead of night or when I awake at morn
Often with a hard-on that came with thoughts of you
I would love to be there with you. It's not something I can do

xoxo  xxx
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
Maybe time will let me justify making whoopee with another
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