Morning

I rise every morning,

Hard, with blurry eyes.

I reach for you my angel,

Only to sadly find.

Your not the one I’m holding,

A pillow is in my arms.

You are not here beside me,

So with a sigh I breathe to calm.

But as the disappointment ebbs,

One positive remains,

I still have my hard on,

And to waste it would be such a shame.

 

Surviving.

I led,

Warm in bed,

Watching the girl of my dreams.

She lay,

With toys at play,

Knowing I’m watching my dream.

Her orgasms,

Her jerks, her spasms,

Drove me beyond mere voyeur.

Masturbating,

Cock stroking, sating,

I came along with, and to her.

Both together,

Fingers gave pleasure,

Cumming so hard we were dazed.

Laughing, Loving,

Warm after glowing,

Surviving ’til I get off that next plane.