In the morning air

In the morning air the breeze stirs the leaves
The clouds are tinged with pink
Your breath seems close
You in your cotton shirt
The window wide open
Your nipples pressing and showing through.

You smile at me
I come close, so close
That I take you in my arms
Kissing your warm neck
I look up at the mirror
Seeing my hands grasping
The back of your shirt
Your pink legs.

My tumescence feels awkward in my shorts
Your hands under my T-shirt
I cannot resist hiking your shirt
Seeing now your round bottom
Your slightly parted legs
And as I move to press my thigh
Onto your soft swollen lips
Your hand slides down my belly
Grasping my hardening cock.

I smell your warmth
Our eyes meet
Our mouths engage and tongues tango
I feel your moist sweetness on my leg
The softness of your hair
Your hand caressing

My brain whirls and blanks
I cry out as I hold you tight
And from the core of my soul
My seed shoots
Emptying into your hand

My leg pressed still on your wetness
Your breast against my chest
Your bottom clenched as you ride
Your sighs quickening into gasps
Your hand clutching tightly

As the curtain ruffles
And the air smiles and soothes
With its cool balm.