Happy hump day ... Sy it's not so .... Erotic prose poem

Pancakes,

Waffles,

Bacon,

Sausage,

Eggs, 

Orange juice,

And tea

Was silently devoured within the presence of the rising morning sun, while sleepy eyes and minds barely functioned

Sun rose higher in the sky,

Clean up was at hand, 

Eyes glance around for her presence to help clean up the kitchen, 

But there was none

Kitchen table cleaned,

Dishes washed,

Floor swept, 

While not even a wisp of a sound from her was heard

Quiet stroll into the bedroom found her lying on her stomach, stretch across the bed fast asleep,

First thought was to not disturb her, after watching her toss and turn all during the night,

But once my eyes glanced on the white oversize shirt she was wearing riding high on the roundness of her derrière, directions of my mindset quickly changed

As my body stood closely over her, my eyes fixated on the texture of her creamy soft skin, 

Her round buttocks, and a hint of her short trimmed garden hair peeping peeping between her thighs

Even after a decade of marriage, the display of her firm round behind still enticed my being,

It still made my heart race faster then a cheetah chasing a gazelle across the plains of Africa,

It still made me lose my mind focus,

It still stirred the weakness between the center of my legs to the point of expansion, and made it throb hard in sexual pain, while pulsating to the beat of my racing heart

In wait, my lust was now lusting for her,

The I must feel, my hard cock deep inside the walls of her soft womb, overwhelmed me,

The need, to hear her moan my name, was missing in the silence of the room,

My wants, of wanting to feel her body quake in tremors, of sexual satisfaction, as my body rode high on her firm backside like she was a bulking mare, 

While my cock, rode deep inside the sex of her saddle, was pushing my desire into a fever

Like a mountain lion sneaking up to its prey, my body stood low, then quietly eased up to the night table next to the bed, 

Fingertips quietly open the top drawer, then slipped slippery goo on the head of the hard over stretched flesh throbbing between my legs, 

Then in stealth mode, I crept up to the bed where my sleeping prey laid motionlessly 

Without shaking the bed mattress, my body slowly straddled hers, 

Then took my lubricated hard throbbing mass into my hand, and laid its pulsating head dead center on the closure of her sex opening

In a instant moment my body froze as the heat of her center seeped into my hard flesh,

After reflecting for a few moments while enjoying the sensation of the warmth of her opening on the tip of my hard pulsating cock, I swiftly intruded my hard mass into the quaint of her taut pink hole,

Trusting into her unsuspecting womb with one long, hard, deep stroke

Causing a deep sleeping moan to clear her throat

Eyes fly fully open, 

Feminine voice gasped loudly into the air, while blue painted fingernails dig deep into the sheets satin texture,

I felt her back arched straight up into my body just as another hard thrust pushed ever deep into her womb, 

Her body never wavered, as deep penetrating sensations overwhelmed her

Stroke after stroke of hard cock slipping deep into her depths, 

Enticed her womb walls to weep,  

Her lips seem to seep,

Profusely of clear feminine nectar

She had awaking to a flurry of slow, none stop, deep hard thrust, that rocked her butt upwards, while pinning her body deep into the mattress,

It wasn't long before she was moaning my name, screaming unpronounceable words at the relentless hard cock that kept pounding itself in and out the wetness of her taut pink orifice,

Heavy grunts erupted into her ear, as the firmness of my body laid down on top of hers, while brutal thrusting of my hardness drove continuously deep into her soft domain

Quiet moans,

Became light groans,

As my cock that was hard as a bone,

Ravaged her pink throne

Loins overloaded with sensations pushes her over the edge, alluring her body to tremor and shake under my relentless sexual assault,

Once her body was felt quaking under mine, I lifted my upper body up up on its arms, drilling my hard mass even deeper inside her trembling wet depths,

High pitch scream pierced into the air, as her body bucked uncontrollably

Womb spasm tight around my expanding girth, making my voice deeply moan, my release to step closer to the edge,

But the measured assault on her sex, kept slipping into her pinkness without resolve

Desired lust was now burning hotter then a forest fire,

Each stroke of my hardness into her wet womb, brought my body closer to redemption of release,

A release that was so close my body went into a countdown

Five..

Four..

Three..

Two..

Ooh-shhhh -t burst into the air

Loins erupted like a sleeping volcano that hadn't erupted in a hundred years,

It erupted so hard my loins felt like it shattered into oblivion, while my white cream spewed ropes of thick white mass into her womb

Deep throbs of my cock girth, was felt throbbing hard against the sensitivity of her womb walls, 

The sensations gave her body the surge she needed, to gyrate her hips in a quick tight circle, to milk every dripping drop of my hot, thick, milky white seed

My body collapsed on top of hers with my limp sex still tucked tight inside her sex opening,

My eyes slowly closed as sexual slumber reeled my body in,

A wide smile crossed my face when sexual moans was heard purring from her throat,

But when I heard the soft whisper of her voice say, "I hope it's a girl with big brown eyes like yours",

My eyes immediately opened, 

While my heart pumped hard and fast in my chest

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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...