Rise and Shine, Lover

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Before the sun breaks the horizon,
dawning of awareness, my lover
begin to strum.

Before conscious thought registers
in the mind, dancing tingles
begin to come.

Roaming fingertips prance and play,
like a puppy finding delight
the senses hum.

"Wake up my lover," they seem to say,
dancing across my breasts
"Answer my rhythm."

Slowly my awaken body responds
to the begging of his hands,
needing his call to fun.

His tongue, his lips, roaming fingertips
all play their symphony of pleasure,
My eyes rise like the sun.

Passion stares back at me in the barely
lit room, my legs open, begging
for his attention.

A brush, a tease— liquid delight its reward
A kiss, a "Please"—my lover is relentless
as the pleasure comes.

The soft snores of sleep, so gladly replaced with
whining cries of orgasmic release
the brain totally numbs.

My lover arises, Poseidon conquering the waves,
laying his readied body over mine
open in invitation.

Deeply connected by touch and gaze, as one
we rock and sway to our own harmony
perfect orchestration.

I embrace as he sighs, pulsing release,
pulling him as deeply as I can,
needing his temptation.

The grand passions of the night before,
replaced with a gentleness and grace
beautiful release cums.

Rise and shine, Lover.

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todski28todski28over 10 years ago
No morning breath then?

A jest!

I love this piece, the second of yours that I have enjoyed.

Way better way to wake up than an alarm clock.

In the fifth stanza, is it supposed to read

Heeding his call to fun?

erectus123erectus123over 10 years ago
very nice

"Poseidon conquering the waves" adds a classical note but the poem stands well even without that line. the concluding lines are gentle yet very strongly poetic and well done.

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