Morning ritualing.
I’m up at the sound of a buzz, with a buzz in my head still lingering
Stumble to my glasses and kick last night’s glasses, they go spinning
I make it to the bathroom and find no room, she’s there, smiling
So I quickly haul down the hall to the little one, empty, waiting.
A few minutes passes and she passes me in the place of dining
“I’m gonna brush and shave.” I say as we brush arms, passing
Looking at mirror looking back, she’s back there too, still, smiling
One hand comes round my left to chest, there’s one hand left, oh!, groping.
She presses against my back as I feel her bring me back, softly, gasping
I shave right on as I try to right my senses and not show my rising feeling
She’s dropped from sight, as then I sight her down round my feet, still smiling
Whispers she too had a ball last night, “You have two.” she says, reaching.
I ask her if she’s going to work, as I work my hips forward, yearning
She strokes me then just a little harder, I’m now harder, she hums, giggling
I need some help to get going, she’s going to the kitchen to help, still smiling
I finish and dress quickly, she says “Come quickly to the table, it’s cooling.”
Says she made this ready last night, I’m ready to eat and get going, complaining
I see her robe slips down as I sit down to see what’s prepared for me, hoping
She gets on the table and positions herself for my mouth, herself the meal, still smiling
“I’ll take the day off, honey,” she pours the honey and then I begin, licking.
I eat and eat until I’m satisfied she’s satisfied, I can tell by her posture and groaning
“It’s my turn.” she turns to hang her head over the edge, upside down, reaching
Like this she can take me deep in her throat and deep I thrust, I imagine her smiling
After a while with a twist of her head my head slides past her moist lips, drinking.
We finish this day with play of this kind and play some fantasy games, laughing
For those games aren’t such for us we live the games instead and keep playing
She drifts off to sleep sideways on our bed as we bed down for the night, still smiling
Sleep well my pounding heart for at the very heart of our desire, is our loving.
I’m up again at the sound of a buzz . . .
Author notes
poet43
A contest entry
- Public Places && Tangled Bed Sheets by bird-mad girl.
1200 points, ended May 19, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - HOT! Because Theyre Never Is Any!! by kaida-nariko.
350 points, ended June 9, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow!!!
MMM that painted a wonderful picture in my mind!
Couldnt help but imagine it as you and i..
Great write baby!
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very sweet and creative
thanks for entering my contest and good luck
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I completely loved how every sentence ended with ing. brilliant.
and I loved how it started and ended the same way, with the buzz and the memories of the night before.
now onto the situation.
wow. fucking delicious.
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Now this sounds like a loving marriage,,, and she serves such good meals and you just lick the platter clean. That is the way to show a woman how you love her, by eating all she cooks. Well done!!!
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MMMMMMM
Nothing like honey for breakfast, What a vividly hot write. Keep up the great work and thank you so much for sharing -
OMG
Well ummm... this was amazing. I could see the whole thing happening it was kind of wierd but very hott! Hell I almost got turned on... this was good. Actually it was great. great job!
~<3~
Gabby
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