Hump Day ... Am I Dreaming PT. 3 .... Song Poem

A song poem is a poem written from a song:
Using a phrase, word, or line from that song,
It must be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song

Push Play Please

Hips slowly gyrate then gently bump, each loving stroke produce a grunt, a groan, or a moan, silent "I love you" follows deep breaths taken after long deep thrust of hips, 

Eyes watch dark engorged flesh slip between contrasting flesh, they fixate on the shine on the smooth dark flesh that came from the wetness generated between your thighs

Ears tune into the suction sounds of hard flesh riding in a tight wet confine, 

As unyielding manly mass slid in and out your pinkness depths as my body slowly glide on top of yours

Shifted body now rides sitting upward, riding like a thoroughbred jockey on the back of your firm assists, my fingertips grip secure your hips, as I take complete control of our love making rhythm, 

As my hardness glide deep between the soft wet between your thighs, my mind realize not only had I found that woman who was in my weekly wet dreams, but the dream of my manhood buried deep inside the wet dark depths of her taut seems, was real

Silent moans drifted through the room, as my body softly, slowly, gyrated on top of yours,

Loving strokes glides effortfully between the thickness of your creamy thighs,

Your sighs, your gasps, floating into my ears persuade my desire to make soothing love to you higher and higher on each trust of my hips, 

My pleasure was now feeding on the pleasure your mind and body was receiving, 

My pleasure overran, after feeding on your every grunt, every sigh, every soft moan, every quiet breath of your lungs, while eyes fixated on fingertips that slowly turned into a fist, signs of your nearing release

Seeing your body grinding upward at mine, tell my eyes that you are not an illusion, 

Feeling the tautness of your wet, pushing and pulling on the ballooned girth of my hard mass, let my mind know that the those surreal feelings of sensations bombarding its insides, make this definitely not a dream

Body leans slightly forward, pushing my hardness deeper into your wet depths, 

Your fist now grip the silky blue sheets tightly, your soft passionate grunts and sighs have turned into audible passionate cries

Back arch, buttocks lift up high into the air, hard mass falls inside swollen folds ever deep,

Hips measured gyrations stay in the rhythm of love making, conceding maximum release, maximum pleasure

A groaning gasp, is followed by body stiffening,

A strangle cry, is followed by body tremors under mines,

Your silent screams tells my mind that it isn't dreaming, 

It tells me that making sweet love to you is real, and I plan on making desired wanting love to you until the end of time...