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.