In My Hands

I thought of you last night
Couldn’t wait to find you
I knew you would feel good
That I need you is so true.

Waking I quietly come to you
You wait without even a word
My mind is still coming alive
But we know soon you’ll be stirred.

I pick you up with a measure of trust
Knowing the pleasure that is coming
Spooning has always been my choice
You respond as you do each morning.

I smell your scent as I watch you
Making you wet and letting the heat rise
Soon I’ll taste you and we’ll be one
You are my morning coffee… surprise.

About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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One Response to In My Hands

  1. aionion says:

    *smiles* loved it

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