Monday Moaning... Head start,,,, Prose peom

Instead of morning breakfast, my nostril was full with your manly aromatic scent
My eyes open to see the throb of your thick elongated hardness inches from my lips
My body slowly stretch
My face quickly smiled
My tongue slowly slithers past parted lips and wet the head of your pulsating demise
Slowly I took it in until my mouth was full
After my head draws up, then slowly descend, sliding my lips down the smooth flesh your hard girth
I hear first of many
 Of you Monday Moans....................................

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