
he wakes in darkness of
an early morn’
he wants her touches
the imprints of her lips
to feel on his own lips
sliding down on him
along his body’s bowing
stretches
feel the softness of her hands
he so much enjoys breezing
across his face
his neck and shoulders
her head that lies
on his chest and her lips
seek out with fervent repeats
his pointed nipple’s burns
to her stroking
going down on him and
caressing him ever so softly
warmly and with wetted
open lips
playful fingers touch
his awaking hardness
holding onto this life in him
that she is eager to taste
and slide upon
suck up his cock now
fully into her vulva.
This/the sexual love he wants
she’s lusting for to give
in this early morn’s first round
when her thoughts would
deeply rouse him
when she touched him
with her glowing nakedness
his body instantly receives.
zoltanzelan
zjg poetry’02/20.
waking in eros