Mornings are for us
as I feel your hand
reach across to caress my hip
Your breath warm on my neck
urging me to slide closer
as my skin meets your lips

In my half-awake state
I comply and nestle into
your form we become spoons
This time of year it's still dark
Using just our hands and mouth
Soft light guiding us from the moon

A hand reaches down and parts my lips
You sigh into my ear as you find me wet
I love that most mornings I wake to desire
How did I get so lucky you murmur to me
Mornings for us are a slow smoldering burn
Your hardness pushes to where I need it to be

It's so quiet I can hear your cock slide in
Wet sounds all around as I envelop you
Rocking back pushing to and fro
I wipe the sleep from my eyes
I seek out to find my favorite button and rub
The room now echoes our moaning and sighs

Feeling hot breath in my ear I'm warm but I shiver
Gripping your hard sleep warmed cock in me
I glance at the clock as we start to move
Purposefully wanting to make this time last
Around I circle and run a finger across my magic spot
It never fails and I cum in a series so very fast

Taking a grip on my hair you murmur more
Thrusting again and again until it's your turn
A bite on my shoulder and I can feel the signs
Your body begins to shake and move more fiercely
I know just what to do and whisper your name
Urging you to spill your seed and fill all of me

I am rewarded with your head resting now
We settle and wiggle like a pair of nesting dolls
It's not fair we both sigh that this time cannot last
Work and obligations call I but I try to keep them at bay
Our mornings seem to go by so quickly and fast
I'm grateful for time we do have, I awake eagerly each day

Now to make it through the day and not think
too deeply about the myriad of problems
that each of us must tackle day in and day out
I focus on the tasks at hand but I recall
our morning desires and feel a warm wetness
I long for evening so again into bed I can fall

Morning desires are for us
They sustain and feed me each day
I'll shut my eyes now and wait for your touch
again on my hip and warm sleepy form
Becoming one we can face life with a smile
A morning ritual that has become our norm