We lay here, arms entwined
Front against back, close
Your legs, shaved and shined
Fetal, our pose

Hands coveting thou
My sex, strained, kissing yours
You arch your back, mine bow
Sending sensation to all fours

Again, you arch
Hairs grate at my glans
Ready, deep, my seed for the march
No more stillness from my hands

Soft your curves
Hard and wondrous at their summit
Womanly folds tests my nerves
Readying me to commit

Holding me there
Unspoken language begs a quest
It burns unfair
As on your entrance I rest

Beastly my drive
Yearning for your depth
As you allow me but one dive
Flexing muscles on my breadth

Gasping for air
Fighting the pressure
It doesn't seem fair
Getting ejected from your treasure

Denial. 
Exquisite. 
Deprival. 
Prerequisite.

Don't stop. 
Be mean. 
Even if I sob. 
Don't intervene.

"Shh," you comfort. 
"Go back to sleep," you command.

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- Written from 02:30 to 03:55 in the morning, after a 01:10 tease and denial that went similar to the poem.
- I love my wife, she is awesome!