When you wake.

I like to watch you, my King.
Sleep.
It’s when my lips,
My upper thighs,
And throat are most free.
Free from your hands, arms & legs.
Free to imagine,
How I’ll be consumed by you next.
Next, when you wake,
With your sweeter embrace,
Shaping the line that is my side,
Grasping firmly,
Softly,
Molding against me like clay.
Your skin,
The mix of sienna & copper,
With a hint of mint.
Leaning back I kiss,
You insist.
Holding my neck,
Giving you full frame of my face.
Do as you wish.
But el Diablo you are not, mi amor.
Not when you wake.
You’re sweet,
In this space.
When the slightest moan echoes,
Deep & loud.
Melting into you,
Continuing the flow,
Each measure,
On & in between each note.
Synchronized,
Syncopated,
Beat.
Watching shadow mist,
Dance across the walls,
Soft, electric hue,
Purplish blues,
Surrounding this still room.
You then slip gently inside,
You can’t not.
Though I lose breath,
When your shaft separates,
Enters a small space.
Pussy tight, warm & soft,
Pass my round cheeks.
A hand gliding across the crease,
To feel my fat clit,
Plump & on cue.
Hearing you groan,
Grabbing hard,
Holding in place,
The highest point of my hip,
In an early morning, sleepy wake.
But this time no agenda,
To make me beg.
It will only be,
To feel closest to my heart.
To feel between breaths,
Your length meeting my spot.
Making me tremble, you do.
So touched by your care,
To make me drip & wet.
You go deeper yet.
Meeting you halfway,
I’ll come,
No matter how far,
Whatever you need, my Prince,
When you wake.
I’ll be waiting for you.
From mami to mi amor.

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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11irti9/when_you_wake