Monday moaning... Coffee in Cream .. Erotic Prose poem ...

Dark horizon

Hide the bright acquisition of a sunny sky,

As the calm of a quiet storm slowly come our way

Sexual sarcasm,
Leads to morning sexual playfulness

Spent voice suddenly plea,

Don't let me go,
Make me come,

As mock sexual play turns to urgent need

Dark shadows hide the silky curves of her soft flesh skeleton,

While the crack of dawn, hide behind the darkness of the coming storm,

Wind howl seems far away in the distance,

As her streaming cries drown out the approaching quiet storm warnings

Arbitrary,

Visionary,

Missionary,

Give up her sweet pink cherry,

As his buttocks hump up and down as if they had the wings of a fairy,

Thrusting his ample sample,

Up and down the darkness of her fiduciary

Deeper, 

Steeper,

He buries his hard righteousness inside her tight blanketing comfort,

Slow lethargic strokes,

Slowly seduce her sexual need,

While thick creamy thighs spread wider to satisfy her budding greed,

Of needing to feel his fiery hot seed,

Spew feed,

Deep into her hot trust 

Back hump,

Hips bump,

Butt crack deepens,

Orgasmic will weaken

Not heard is the storm forceful coming,

That rattles the house rafters,

As his inner storm come hard inside the comforting blanket of her pink sanctuary, 

So hard, it rattles the frame of the bed,  

Chasing away the blues,

Of another Monday morning,

With amatory sounds of:

Monday moaning...

(C) 1ManView