MORNING LOVE

It was a cold and frosty morning
And I was still laying there in bed
The covers were up around me
While underneath my lust was fed.

My hand was rubbing my rigid cock
My eyes were closed in dreams
Of a damsel there beside me
Taking care of me it seems.

Then I felt the bed in motion
And realized I was not alone
But the love that fills my heart with joy
Beside now clearly shown

I felt her warm soft bosom
Pressed against my flesh,
Her hand was playing with my balls,
Teasing them to death.

I felt her move and her leg slid over
I now faced her private parts,
I could see her warm sweet moistness
Tearing at my heart.

It’s no wonder my mouth did water,
And my tongue began to reach
To tenderly massage her lips
And probe her very deep.

I loved feeling her press against my mouth
Her desire I could surely see,
She moaned and pressed against me,
For a moment I couldn’t breathe,

But the passion in my loins,
For not an instant did recede.
Instead it grew both straight and tall
For a place to plant it’s seed

When without any persuasion
Her mouth opened to receive
The symbol of my manhood,
Warm and moist through nature’s lead.

My tongue searched deep,
Then sought her lovely bud
Then tenderly massaged it
With firm yet gentle rubs.

Her tummy rose and fell
And she rubbed across my face,
I was soaked in her great passion
And entranced by her charming grace.

Her hands were rubbing me up and down
While her mouth was filled with lust
The tension in my loins grew strong
Release was soon a must.

Her body pressed down firmly,
And her moans filled the morning air,
Just as from my swollen member,
Ribbons of cum entered my lady fair.

It might have been merely seconds
But inside the climax reigned
Until all energy released,
Into my arms she came.

WINTER

We’re in the heart of winter …
The temps are none too high,
The winds can take the breath away,
The chill can make you sigh.

The car is in the garage
A fire keeps us warm,
A blanket on the lap feels good,
Her closeness to the charm.

But while that’s nice and comforting,
And lends itself to love,
I have to admit temps in the fifties
Would suit me better then some gloves.

The loving is most wonderful
To this, I can relate,
But, a ceiling fan or AC unit
Almost compensates.

But, I guess ol’ Mother Nature,
Will do her winter thing,
And so no doubt we’ll just have to wait,
Until she brings us spring.