The cool of the night,
hopeless for a moment,
humble yet not,
full of anticipation,
not horny,
but full of desire,
full of a need for heat not flame,
strength, desire, skill,
what I want?
a moment alone,
many moments with one.
If only the house were empty,
and fate was not so cruel,
your hands,
strong,
fast,
skilled,
upon me.
Solid walls,
cool air,
bare skin,
soft sheets.
Fingers raking your back,
warm breath,
hot mouth,
a quiver,
a moan.
"Never Stop!"
Bright sunshine,
through the window,
I search the bed,
expecting emptiness,
but instead I find you,
looking at me with love,
you kiss me.
"Good morning Lovely. "
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