Monday Moaning: Coffee n Cream ... 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