morning instinctive lust
awaits you to awaken
my liquid need--
my morning hunger
anticipates the exploration
of your hands, fingers...
my frenetic flesh aches
for the education
of your tongue, your hardness
entering me, warm, wet
as I yield
to your muscle--
let me feed your sex
in the banquet
of this new morning
thrust into me and
take me hard, deep
my hands grasping
linen sheets
while moans stir the air
and, after the climax comes,
let me rise from
our bed to begin the day
leaving for work
with the scent of our sex
enveloping me
and the stickiness of you
to remind me
of our morning instincts
