A morning poem

He shined a light upon his cock
And she could feel that it was rock
Hard that is, but alas no time to play
For now her darling has to go away
To work that is, oh no what a shame
She hopes that later he’ll still be game

Back to sleep now, she dreams of him
And the sexy way he licks her quim
She wriggles and writhes in the bed
And imagines giving him good head
Hoping later she will be screwed
What a naughty dream, and so rude!


One thought on “A morning poem

  1. spiritblack says:

    Naughty… but nice 🙂


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