Sundays

Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I love it when the dawn comes early on Sunday Morning...

No reason to rush from our bed, no reason not to stay and play
For about 2 seconds I contemplate allowing you to enjoy your blissful sleep
But I know there’s certain things you don’t mind being awakened for
I gaze upon your sleeping form and examine you closely in the dawning light
Strong jaw, muscled arms, rising chest, outstretched thigh, and what pleases me most
My fingers begin their journey to trace each of these parts without awakening you
Even in sleep, you sigh and reach out to gather me closer
My hand moves ever so softly, so secretly, up your thigh
I’m rewarded with an awakening of everything but your consciousness
My lips begin to kiss, my tongue leaves wet traces along your warm skin
A path of searing heat, my breath stirs the hairs along your stomach and you tense
As I lower my face to taste this morning treat, slowly you awaken
I see the surprise in your sleepy eyes and the smile that spreads across your face
And I feel your fire begin to burn within, your need for me now so evident
Licking you up your hardened shaft while stroking you, I finally take you in
I know the magic of my touch and the wetness that surrounds you is what you desire
Your fingers tangle within my long blonde hair, as you take in a rapid, gasping breath
I taste a small amount of salty cream that only predicts my later reward
After awhile, your hips join in urgency as you seek that which you know to please
I feel you pound my throat and assault my senses, you’ve lost all control
As my head moves faster up, faster down, I clinch my lips tightly around you
Sighs, then moans, then begging me not to stop, you scream out my name
Now filled with urgency, your body burns with this lustful fire and desire
My tongue, my lips, my heat, my hand, soon it is too much for you to stand
I feel you grow even larger and harder and I feel the rush come up your length
The pulsating madness and then I'm rewarded with the hot creamy fluid I crave
Sucking you in deeply, I can taste your luscious juices as they surface and seep
I suck it in even deeper making you slick as you thrusts begin to slowly waver
I swallow my thirst and take you forever inside me where I want you to be
And once again I see your smile as your eyes burn with a passion reserved only for me

I love it when the dawn comes early on Sunday Morning
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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  • Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
    When we lay together naked
    Passion burning in our eyes
    Hands with their own purpose
    Hot lips and pounding thighs

    The way we share our bodies
    And the pleasures we explore
    We've lost our inhibitions
    We're not embarrassed anymore

    I love the way you tell me
    What you desire me to do
    The way your body craves me
    Will always bring me close to you

    Our quest is purely pleasure
    Our purpose is sublime
    I'll meet you here for passion
    I'll always make the time
    "To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
    'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

    --first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
  • Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
    Our Clothes on the floor
    Inhibitions swept away
    No barriers between us now
    Longing and desire take over
    I whisper your name

    The wait has been long
    The temptation overwhelming
    At last I feel your skin
    And I am yours for the taking
    I utter your name

    Driven by my need for you
    You take me as your own
    Plunge into me with your fire
    I submit to you willingly
    I moan out your name

    Our Lust burning hot
    All reason and control lost
    Fantasy is reality at last
    We crest the wave together
    I scream out your name
    "To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
    'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

    --first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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