MORNINGS I AM HARD


i awake
and i feel
my body lazily turning
my skin against the sheets
all of me - awakening
and yet
even in those first few moments
i find myself erect
that wondefull thing
between my thighs
standing - in heat
thick and bulging
dying for your touch
wanting you;
your hands in sweet caressing
your lips in loving kisses
on my skin
on my neck, my ears, my eyes
my arms surround you
softly sweetly lazily
hold you against me
that thing between my legs
hungering wanting demanding
your flesh - the warmth of morning heat
the softness - driving me crazy
love it love it - with your all
NOW! NOW! NOW!


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