THE RIDE TO WORK
4AM and I’m still staring at the ceiling
Cursing neighbors prolonged love making
Hurry up so I can think clearly Hating
This reminder of my two lonely legs
Where four twisting and rubbing should’ve been
Thanking GOD that I’m still here to feel morning
Cursing the late Sunday movie, not me for watching
Stepping on cold wood floors creaking, to brew coffee
Checking for transit and weather, while running the shower
Texting my friend to see if she is driving…….
Smiling at the blessing of a ride instead of commuting
6AM and I’m racing up her stairs, as I don’t see the car warming
As I wait outside her door, I can hear barefoot steps instead of shoes
Thinking damn she ain’t even ready, projecting an ill type mood
Door creaks open as footsteps I’m hearing retreating
I yell out good morning, hurry up, now see you rushing me
As I turn the long hallway corner to find her still under covers
I flip back the sheets and yell stop playing, as I stop mid sentence
Knowing my place I take off my clothes and shoes and slide in place
My projector is projecting as her heat is seeking out my missle
Thong is wiggled down and away as I stay straddling her sway
Her warmth in body and atmosphere of cozy under covers so tingling
As my spine shivers as we poke and grind feverishly but in unison
I’m kissing neck, rubbing her breast, and licking arms and back
She lifts her leg with guile as I slide on up and inside, still on my side
Long stroking and winding and breathing, she is panting……..
We are panting as covers are knocked aside as we are hard grinding
Still in stride as in ballroom dancing, except being on our side prancing
She goes epileptic in movements as I continue to ride her waves
Rippling in moisture, I put legs on shoulders for some missionary
Now stauncher than ever I begin to dig in pushing past the wetness
Back wall reaching , has my eyes reaching back in sight seeing ecstasy
She is screaming begging me to let go of my crazy load as she is OMG(ing)
Crazy intoxicated, I drop one leg down and curve beat her from the side
As I can feel the countdown to explosion of an avalanche of little children
Still prolonging such an incredible performance turning her over wildstyle
She closes her legs, laying on her stomach humming, expecting the incoming
Riding her thighs, while holding hips I drive in and she pokes back
Meeting me but climaxing and relaxing in exhaustion as I drive to Boston
Going way up north, as the blizzard rips through me and we both shaking
She pushes me off and says what you do to me? As I climb back on top
As we lay silently swaying, both feeling so good and satisfied…….
9:45AM we must have dosed off between the hard rocking and swaying
She heads to the bathroom, as I watch her curves disappear around the curve
Throbbing at the involvement and intricacy of our intimacy has me rising
As my missle still has the coordinates plus my heart quickens after her by mental reminiscent pictures
She looks at me in surprise as we kiss and embrace at a slow dance pace
Energy is pulsating in me so in one motion I lift her up on the sink stroking
She falls back wrapping her thunderous thighs around me tonguing and bouncing
Losing balance and lifting and restarting again until 10:30AM
As we each call out for each other and return to bed to snuggle…..enjoying
This extra special impromptu loving holiday detour we laughingly call……
THE RIDE TO WORK!!!
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