morning mist

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The floor shifts with every soft step he takes
He slowly turns the corner into the bedroom
Follows the path of the days clothes to the cold tile floor
As he washes his face, he can see the reflection of the women in the bed
He thinks and wonders if she'll ever know the intensity and abundency of love he has for her...
Turning to watch her sleep he makes his way to the closet to relieve the weak metal hanger of his freshly washed uniform.
He lays his wrinkle free clothes on the bed and she starts to stir a bit...
She opens her brown eyes and gives him a soft smile while running her tounge over her lips and lightly bites her lower lip.
She quietly moans and whipsers "stay home today?"
He tells her "I can't...My job is important and somebody has to do it baby"
She tells him to go in late then instead...he looks into her brown eyes, smiles, and agrees.
She starts to lean up to kiss him...he meets her half way.
Their lips lock, softly pressing against each other as their tounges slowly message each others.
She rolls half on top of him, as she kisses him she slowly runs her hand through his hair, gradually down the side of
his face...down around his neck.
He rolls over on top of her, taking her hands into his, while their fingers are weaved into each others he starts to kiss
her following her jawline...to the lower ear...to her neck...down to her shoulder.
She reaches down and finds the bottom of his white undershirt, he lifts off of her a bit as she pulls his shirt up and slowly
off. He then slowly slides his hand under just the top of her pj bottoms...then just under the top of her panties.
While giving her a slow passionate kiss he slides his hand down....down...till he reaches her warm, and wet pussy.
As he starts to slowly rub her she gives up a small moan as she licks her lips and bites her lower lip as her eyes quickly
close in anticipation of what he'll do next.
He slides her pants and slowly her panties off...and slides one finger inside her...feeling her inside...soft,warm,wet.
She moans and brings her hands down to her breasts and starts to finger around with her nipples..as he slides another finger
in. She helps him go ahead and finish taking her shirt off.
She moans as she pulls his fingers out...pulls him onto her.
He slowly starts to push his dick inside her wet pussy. She moans a little bit louder now as his dick reaches all the way
inside her. As he pumps faster his muscles start to tighten and his dick becomes harder.
She wraps her legs around him as he pushes his dick in deeper...deeper...and harder.
She starts to feel this energy build up behind her belly botton...like she could just burst if he keeps pumping his dick in..
and out....harder....deeper...
His dick gets harder and harder as he gets closer and closer
She reaches up to grab his arms as she reaches her climax...
he moans loudly from her grip and pushes harder and harder and slower and slower as he cums inside.
As his arms relax some he rolls over next to his wife..."I love you" and he slowly leans over and presses his lips against
hers...she moans "I love you too baby"...
She then slowly falls asleep in his arms...
She wakes up to find a single rose on his pillow with a note:
Baby,
I love you!!
Me

by: lana

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sacksackover 18 years ago
to me, this is the seed for a story...

And has potential thereby. As a poem, it is less effective.

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