Sensual Play
It’s early morning and you’re still in sleep
And I’ve woken up to the miss of your skin
Your hair with the lingering smell of your neck
That has drifted too far away in bed
Although it is still too dark to see
I dug my way through cover and sheet
I hug behind feeling your care
In between this cotton layer
I run my hand on your naked waist
Wanting there more I can taste
Moving further towards the obvious crest
Your tender and so soft felt breast
The touch did though wake you up
As i try flick us more to rub
You turn towards as I resign
You subbed your legs crossing mine
Our away bodies now partying touch
Yearning passionately of more such
You poked me in my tingly place
Arousing more this interlace
In turn excitedly I tingled yours
Shushing out escaping roars
We chuckled and smiled
Moaning too but mild
All the passion we share
In this morning love dare
Then I pulled myself little back
But drooling sensation still hack
Making you stretch as i sway
And moving yourself back away
Still smelling the scent you let
On my finger return back wet
Makes again drowsy more to lay
This diary of sensual play.
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