Hour 2 (10 am)


We sit quietly
Under the soft moonlight
Giddy and blushing
Like teenagers in puppy love
Rushing through my body are feelings
Of anxiety, excitement and passion
untamed and exchanged
through our fiery glances
We can’t deny the lust
While you caress my inner thigh
I feel your wandering hand reach high
Gently working your way to my warm, wet lips
I straddle you and begin kissing you under
Your navel and work my way up your strong body
teasing you with each kiss’s placement
Using foreplay to make a bold statement
It’s 2 am, and it’s been said that
nothing good happens after hours
But I beg to differ, this is a love I devour
We lust, we love, and sex until we pass out
“Good morning,” you whisper to me
My eyes crack open, wincing at the light
Shining in from the window you’ve opened
You take another sip of your coffee
Before kissing me on the forehead
Returning to your morning ritual
While humming our song
I smile, knowing last night was a job well done

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