Sunday morning 6:00 a.m. I was awakened by the feel of his passion against my back
I was marinating from the night before...
The oven was still hot and ready for the next ingredient...
His passion against my back
Still groggy not fully awake I consciously anticipate his entrace
With no resistance I allow him to take me
With ease the insertion of love was a gentle glide
As slippery as baby oil mixed with lotion on hands that massage my back
As wet as the juice of a mango that runs down my lips as I bite into it's succulent nectar
As warm as a breeze I feel when I sit under a tree on a hot summers day
Feeling his man I am excited and my nature aroused
He reaches to find the little man in the boat...
No longer hidden the little man is massaged
Up and down gentle motions
Now round and round in circular motions
Up and down
Round and round
U-u-up...uh...uuuh...up
Do-oooown
U-U....UP
DOWN
UUUUUUUUUUUP...DOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWN!
I...
Lay....
Exquisitly pleased
On this Sunday morning