Afterglow's Sunrise

Silent gestures equivalent to soft nudges
Pullin’ at temptation’s fibers for solicitation.
He maneuvers quiet moments into
“Baby, are you up?”
.
.‘mmm, yes.
you feel that?
.
Playful smacks meldin’ soft caresses
To arrest the early mornin’ senses.
Back arched to free space for tongue’s rightful place,
Sendin’ muffled echoes into the lusty shadows
Of the risin’ sun’s embrace.
.
.’mmm, wait
let me taste..
.
Previous week’s stresses fall to the waist
Cupped horizons meltin’ warmth around
Her mellowed goodness…movement melodic with
The slide and spill of his vigorous stick.
.
like this
.’mmm..
take it..
.
Hips pointed to heaven,
Last night’s frolic formin’ frizzy locks
Anchored between his fingers.
He sees her gasp in a raspy voice..
Choices forbidden to get away from his..
.
let it flow, baby
that..
sweet honey’s mist..
.’mmm…
.
***SHIT***