Saturday mornings are for sleepy sex.
Waking up snuggled together in bed.
Drowsely feeling each other’s heat.
No desire to venture from beneath our sheets.
Fingers stroking soft moist spots.
Hand wrapped around awakening cock.
Spooned in behind close as can be.
Guiding inside to take today’s virginity.
Slowly discarding slumber’s haze.
Waking our bodies and souls this way.
The best feeling we’ll ever know.
Taking our time, we’ve nowhere else to go.
Love surrounding us snug in our bed.
Whispering words that only we can share.
As feelings of lust rush to overwhelm.
Seed pours forth from enveloped helm.
Filling you with a hot slick flow.
Drawing an Orgasm long and slow.
Saturday mornings are for sleepy sex.
Waking up snuggled together in bed.
To share each other in the most intimate way.
Oh how I long for our next Saturday.
your poem has made me cry because it is Saturday and my divine masculine is not in my bed. love your poetry, thank you.
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No tears, he’ll be there one day.
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Thank you, too many tears messes up my face.😁❤️
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What a beautiful loving poem. Gah!!❤️
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For a beautiful and loving babygirl!
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