a cruel awakening...

oh why would i even want to wake up to the call of the morning!?!

when dreams still stirring in my loins throb and beg...!

to fall back into the warm covers of the bed.

the mind still captured by the image of u between my thighs

stirring desire intense,

awakening moans lusty and deep

and groaning growls as your lips....travel...

i want them to tease and taste the sweetness of yearnings

achingly possessive....to rest in the crease of the softness of my thigh and womaness

and breath in the muskiness of a woman's desire to be possessed.

and in my dream

my body knew to arch toward your gaze...

your hands firmly gripping my buttocks as u kneel, MANLY, between my spread legs.

i want u to eat me with your gaze ....my writhing hips...do know to make u harder...

further... harder... up....! i thrust as if your lusty stare  

could satiate my need of u...and just as u begin to dip your head to taste of me...

my eyes know to open and then...begins the struggle

to recapture the dream.

how cruel an awakening...how desirous

to while away the morning in remembrance of my dream.

RB.