Morning

A whisper
A secret invitation
Fingertips gliding on goosed flesh.
Leg slides over another
A Natural well spring awaits.
A tender kiss placed on a spinous process.
Slight tremors of expectation
A timid testing on smooth entrance
An effortless breech dive in a clear lake
Wrapped in an internal embrace
Being guided to a peak that seems out of reach.
Hands grip and tilts hips backward
With drawing just to granulate in
Hitting a target that can only be reach in this angle.
Over and over
wanting more
Giving more
And taking so much more
Deep shudder felt by a tested Batton
Close, so close
“Cum for me”
Crash and crumbled on well slept sheets.
To be rewarded with a warm burst of completion.