I wake with my desire for you,

an urge I can’t ignore,

a need that smolders

like an ember at my core

to kiss your neck and shoulders,

to grind against your ass and wake you,

lick and whisper in your ear

how much I want to take you,

my tongue forcing you to hear

the hunger in my voice to screw

you hard and fast and deep,

to bring you from your slumber,

arouse you from your sleep

with the hardness of my lumber,

and hear your squirming moaning

your body filling with the ache

from the growl of my groaning,

and when I know that you’re awake

rolling on your back,

your legs apart, your pussy wet,

our kissing wild, our tongues attack,

both knowing what we want to get,

both hot and on the verge

to give and take and scream and plead

until we can’t hold back the urge

to satisfy our primal need

and in that high and mighty place

explode in writhing ecstasy,

looking at each other’s face,

knowing how it’s best to see

each other’s eyes with such delight

and know how good it is to be

the one who makes our mornings right

and know the wonder of the afterglow,

a joy we want to keep,

a feeling that’s so good to know

before we fall asleep.