Monday Moan Poem... Prose ... Home Alone ....

Soft thick cotton robe loosely hugs my body,
Panties and bra were not an option,
Popcorn, recliner, loud TV, takes over my lazy day,
Eyes quickly fail me, as my body goes into total relax


Legs fly into air into a V,
Coming to a rest over his shoulders,
Hard hot tip of a tongue suddenly force open my folds,
Stiffness grip my hips, as a deep moan of approval rushes past parted lips


He is suppose to be at work rush through my mind,
Damn, his tongue is hot as hell, interrupts my thoughts,
Deep licking dips continuously fall inside my womb opening,
Leaving my mind in disarray thoughts


In minutes, wetness flows from my volcano,
My head tilts back,
My eyes closes, 
My mouth opens,
A Monday moan shear through the room air,
As the thrill of his hot flickering tongue,  starts to take me all the way there


Hips pump with tight urgent rotations, 
Oblivious to smothered gasping,
Body Vibrations turn into shuddering earthquakes


Limp legs fall down onto recliner, 
I forgot my work keys shout from the distant,
Doors slam, as my still body lies sexually paralyzed,
While my mind set, was in a daze


Eyes fixate on a wallet lying in the middle of the floor,
Just isn't his day rush through my mind,
A smile emerges on my face, as I hear the front door close,
And the sound of a zipper, opening the front door of his pants...








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