Moanday Poem... Morning Wood.. Prose Poem ...

Morning sunrays softly filters through the curtains liners,
Slumber is awakened

As my arms slowly stretched outward, I realize I was not in the bed alone,
A rare occasion of waking up next to a warm body was in the makings,
I took full advantage of it by snuggling up to the warm of his beautiful body

As I lay there in unfamiliar territory, my eyes roamed over his manly flesh and took in his masculinity; my eyes scanned the broadness of his chest, the thickness of his firm thighs, the smoothness of his stomach flesh,
My body came alive while I watched his chest slowly move up and down, my mind wondered, maybe this one will be the one, maybe...

As my fingertips eased across the smoothness of his chest, I wish there was some hair there for my fingers to stumble through, but we are both very young, and again, maybe...

Soft touch entice his nipples to harden, as the flesh of my palm barely eased over his nipples tip, goose bumps ran up my arm as tingling vibration rushed into the palm of my hand,

As my finger glide over his stomach, it reminded me of skating in an ice rink, the ice so smooth, but the surface below, very firm,
As my finger trace alone his inner thigh, my eyes caught the movement of his retreated dick awakening, a wakening that seemed almost as if human

First it stretched forward, then lifted its head upward and out of its protective cover, after its stretch is complete, it slightly move its body side to side,
Laughter is restrained not to wake, even thou it was such a cute thing to watch, but I didn't want to spoil my first time of watching what men call their morning wood

Thoughts of... Do I dare touch it?
Will he wake up if I do, floats through the naive of my mind?
Hmm, so much to learn about sex and love…
Ok, I dare...
Mmm, I see why they call it morning wood; it's soft to the touch, but hard as a piece of prime oak wood,
Devilish thoughts of seeing the expression on his face waking up with this hard dick deeply impaled in my mouth depths runs through my mind,
How I would love to see his eyes roll back as I slowly ease his hard membrane back and forth between the soft surface of my tightly close lips, but the itch I have isn't between the lips under my nose, but the swollen wet lips that lie dead center between my wanting thighs

Quietly I straddle over his legs, my body lifts high to climb over his mountain of a cock that's reaching for the sky,
Line it up, and slide its head between my... Oh-my, first penetration feels so damn good,
Oh… Oh…
It hurts so good slowly falling into my wetness, stretching my wet walls to the blink,
As his cock slowly disappears between my thighs, his body stirs, his eyes open wider then quarters, and then his mouth opens, but only whispered breaths came out

O-baby, O-baby, don't move I whispered, just mmm...
Slow… slow, yes, slow, Ok, Ok, it feels so mmmm,
Oh yea, feed it to me baby

Hips rock back and forth falling into a wondrous steady rhythm, as his rock hard cock rides dead on my most sensitive spot, my clear cream, creams all over his shaft flesh, enabling my pussy walls to glide smoothly over the girth of his morning wood

The pace picks up, as he rams more of his hard flesh length inside the tightness of my pussy,
The more I take of this big cock inside me, the more he seem to have to give me,
Long rhythmic strokes slide into my wet as I continuously rained all over his ballooned shaft

Up and down our hips flail,
His right hand slaps hard on my butt, making me buck out of our fucking rhythm, he rewards me with another hard slap on the romp

Hips find their rhythm as sloshing sounds of hard riding in wet echoes in the room,
Another hard slap causes a ripple to appear on my backside flesh, just as I prepare myself for another one of his hard slaps, he pulls hard on my buttocks, puling my body further into his urgent hard lustful thrust

My mind falls into a trance as I take my stallion on its morning romp,
Up the hills,
Down the trail,
Then fast and furious down the straightway,
My body bends downward as my pussy starts it's death squeeze on his morning wood

Moans escape his throat as our hips gyrate in precise movements,
Smooth long strokes fall deep into my pussy, bringing me close to orgasm,
Ragged breaths rush past his lips, telling me his morning wood is close to splitting into splinters

The tightness of my pussy walls holds onto my stallion tighter, as we ride hard down the stretch,
Both of his hands is felt pulling my body closer into his,
The feel of the base of his morning wood-pushing pass my pussy lips, causes my pussy to erupt into orgasmic spasms,
Its violent eruption and hard gripping spasms, triggered his release

Hips flailed as hard wood ejaculated a megaton of hot white seed deep inside my wanting, my lungs moaned loudly as his seed shearing heat seep into the pink flesh of my pussy walls

The room has become quiet, as I lay motionless on my stallion heaving chest,
Miniature eruptions vibrated inside my pink walls, as his deflated morning wood lay tucked tight inside my heat,
My mind floats in and out of thoughts, but one thought always stand out from the rest,
Can't wait to ride that morning wood again... 

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