I wake with my desire for you,
an urge I can’t ignore,
a need that smolders
like an ember at my core
to kiss your neck and shoulders,
to grind against your ass and wake you,
lick and whisper in your ear
how much I want to take you,
my tongue forcing you to hear
the hunger in my voice to screw
you hard and fast and deep,
to bring you from your slumber,
arouse you from your sleep
with the hardness of my lumber,
and hear your squirming moaning
your body filling with the ache
from the growl of my groaning,
and when I know that you’re awake
rolling on your back,
your legs apart, your pussy wet,
our kissing wild, our tongues attack,
both knowing what we want to get,
both hot and on the verge
to give and take and scream and plead
until we can’t hold back the urge
to satisfy our primal need
and in that high and mighty place
explode in writhing ecstasy,
looking at each other’s face,
knowing how it’s best to see
each other’s eyes with such delight
and know how good it is to be
the one who makes our mornings right
and know the wonder of the afterglow,
a joy we want to keep,
a feeling that’s so good to know
before we fall asleep.
