Oh What a Beautiful Morning

In both hands I cup her breasts With my lips her neck caress A nibble or two upon each ear What she holds in her hand makes my intentions clear Softly I massage the small of her back Then like kneading bread her buttocks attack I inhale the aroma of her estrogen Her moans and her purrs beg me to begin With eyes still closed she guides me in Hands on my hips control motion Our bodies have now merged into one In the bedroom window peeks the morning sun Covers are kicked off tumbling to the floor Bodies are gyrating a little bit more She clutches the pillows in tightly clenched fists The sun burns off the morning mist The climaxes are both synchronized I see swollen pupils in her blue eyes We enfold each other in exhausted arms For five more minutes before the morning alarms