no coffee for me

Saturday morning's 10,000 step exercising walk.

Cool out,
not cold,
with a hope for heat a few steps ahead.

Dressed in sweats,
shoes with no socks,
quick to remove.

Already firm,
remembering walks before.

      Paper on the walk, taken to the door, and more.
      Thanked on the floor, on the sofa, against the wall, and more.

            Fingers fondling.
            Hands holding.
            Mouths milking.
            Tongues tasting.
            Teeth toying.
            Bodies bending.
            Skin sweating.
            Tits tightening.
            Legs locking.
            Hips hammering.
            Pelvises pounding.
            Genitals gorging.
            Penis penetrating.
            Pussy pulsing.
            Butt bracing.
            Cunt clenching.
            Climaxes cumming.

      Mutually, well thanked, and more.

Memories vivid, wanting more.

Around the corner,
near her walk,
She,
robe wrapped tightly,
strolled to the curb,
picked up the paper.

Sly smile,
not today,
tomorrow.

Walked on by, 7500 steps to go.


Sunday morning's 10,000 step exercising walk.

Still cool,
not cold,
maybe some heat today.

Again dressed in sweats,
shoes with no socks,
today --no underwear,
even quicker to remove.

Already rigid,
vivid memories,
yesterday's disappointment.

The paper's there,
on the walk,
near the curb.

So is she.
Again, sly smile.
This time, a wink.
Can't today.
Next week.

Continued to walk, 7500 steps more to go.

With vivid memories,
two day's disappointments,
my penis ready with no pussy to plunder;
When today's walk is over,
Musing,
all that remains,
sadly,
right hand or left?
And thoughts of next week's walk,
and its, maybe.