Day of Our Desire

This must be the day of our desire cause waking up was first thought of you I admired.           
Loving you for you and all that it seem must be the beauty inside that soothes my dreams.           
Every inch of your body I carefully supervise and administrate.       
As I’m directing my wet soothing muscle careful not to miss a hair to stimulate.           
Binding as one our minds connect it’s the lust in us that supplies the rest.           
There’s nothing like morning loving your ass is warm as I’m rubbing.    
Maybe it’s the sunrise of hope that births new beginnings.           
Awakening every attraction of pleasure to explode for infinite innings.           
Succulent firm smooth soft juicy and sweetness elevate my taste buds.     
As I work my way down your temple to your navel wishing I had ten tongues.           
The time is 7 a.m. as the journey is to get you wet.           
Well achieved before even breaking a sweat.           
Right now you want a more sensual love as I read your signals in mood.           
So I redirect my torso to operate with precision on a  more grinding groove.           
Slow penetration demonstrates as a tease for leisure.           
The fire is growing as our bodies serves as a heater.           
The freaky timer in me aggressively shifts my stick to new positions.          
I want you every way I can think of with plenty repetitions.           
The morning of our desire has now reached the noon of our desire.     
As good as it was our energy relocates to the shower.           
Now that I made you cum my new journey is to make you cream.           
Visual dynamics move me to make you yell out the good scream.         
Now clean our motives turn to hunger more food for thought.           
Spontaneous tendencies elevate our vibes like well lessons taught.     
The main dish on my menu is you with a side of strawberries.           
Covered in chocolate with whip cream and two red raspberries.        
We devour each others ecstasy with seconds and thirds and more.  
One helping becomes a long forgotten memory left in reservoir.        
This must be the day of our desire because the moon is full but all we feel is fire.           
Like animals aggression takes over our instincts with nothing to say.     
Observing each others every move like hunting for prey.           
As I prepare for the chase my stance is firm and to the point with no shame.           
Alpha duties pull you close kiss your lips hoist you up in my arms as I hold your frame.           
The night time breezes of wind flow thru us as we exchange the mist.     
I pull your hair just enough to rest your neck as we persist.           
Turn you over slap that ass as I rhythm my brick hard erect.           
Grab your breast kiss your neck then direct your back to my chest.       
Massage your g spot as I move in motion down to the last grand finally.           
Fireworks are sparking and you are locking as clinches gather to rally.           
As you release jerks and stiffness occupies and I feel the cream flow.           
The time was 12 a.m. when fulfillment came like Geronimo.           
Once again I go to bed with a righteous kind of tired.           
Pleasing my woman and seeing another day of our desire.           
By Kolin E.