Morning glory.

Fingers gliding gently
Soft whispers of pleasure
before my eyes open.
The warmth of your tongue
skipping across my naked
skin.
Hands holding my hips
as you search momentarily,
bodies together as sun creeps through the curtain.
Slow, rocking, teasing me as pleasure rises.
Pulling Mr closer with each thrust,
pulling me closer with each stroke.
The perfect a unison of brand new day.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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