Wake up Call

Waking to stanzas, tease and praise  
Dreams that linger, wet morning laze
Memories heavy of yester night,
Grow slowly with morning light.
 
Desires cling on a scruffy face
Fantasies flicker, hard to erase.
Warmth is felt, command has told
As daylight breaks, shadows unfold.
 
“Ohh, baby love! could you and he conspire
to grasp this story, Scheme of Things, entire,
should we not shatter it to bits–and then retire,
Then again mould it nearer, at her pearly wet desire?”
 
Eyes half open, a dream of treats
images projecting a wishful defeat.
heart beating quicker, thoughts taking flight,
a wake up call, chasing remnants of dusky night!
 
gasping for air, nothing remains,
a silent sigh, the moment wanes,
impulse riding hard to refrain,
throbbing pulse, I shall not detain.
 
“her nakedness, hidden by the white blouse,
her freshness, masked by the blurred background,
her bent knees, lightly ajar, seated ready to bounce,
softness below her mound, to her moans, he shall drown!”    

Melded skins, grazing hairs,
Inked choke-hold and deepest glare,
streetlights shades, and passers by,
in your gaze, I catch the sky.
 
A wake up call, precious pleasures,
Servant mind, a carnic player,
Another day will feel much longer,
May it be granted if the odds is sure.
 
“desiring, just the feeling of skin to skin,
alluringly wild and sexy, care not if its a sin,
ravaging hotness, ohh dear god she’s ready to trot,
arghh oh yes, impulsively moistened, on a dark hot rod!”