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Wake Up Call

His soft snores punches the silence
I breathe him in like plants
Needing day lights magic
He smells of our passion
Stuck in mid flight

I straddle strong thighs  
lick thick lips
tasting morning breath
Sweet like honey bee juice

It brought a smile
From closed eyes
And a strong gentle hand
 Grabbing bare ass

morning arousal
grows stronger
between wet ambrosia

brown eyes open
wrapping me sweet
his wake up call
complete
Written by Imagining (Glynis)
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