Poll: which one is better – morning or make up?

Hi all,

just wanted to know which one you think is better
morning sex or make up sex?

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late night love pt2

… My hand slides on to your hips
Cups their full curvature
Hungry mouth releases you curious tongue that glides across ur neck
Street lights stand tall
Crane their neck to look through our window
Golden orange light unfolds itself through our window gives away their voyeuristic vice
Their perversion is our encouragement; our bed is a stage
They have front row seats for our midnight performance.
The pupils of the lights dilate
Take in the vision of us as my fingers walk up your stomach to your breasts.
Cup they weighty handful size

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In that moment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed

Dumbstruck

Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum

Duvet day

Not that England actually had a summer, but the ‘summer’ does seem to be over. We are now left facing the sad and depressing reality we have 6-8 months of even more rain, dark mornings, cold and possible snow. It’s on days like this (especially when we have to go to work) that we need a duvet day. So, I dedicate this poem to those that indulge in a duvet day …

Duvet day

The wind whistles pass our window
Howls as it twists branches strips. Dem of leaves
Twirls around huddled bodies making their way to work
Wraps them in harsh words of coldness
They taste the gray skies
It’s thick heavy flavour is bitter
Rain wipes skin with wet lashes
Soaks dreams of hope
Drowns them
Chill factor -2
Raucous icy laughter
Envelopes disgruntled commuters long faces
Crease brows
The faces that walk the streets

And we …

We lay still
Enclosed in a silent tornado of want
Blown away to our place of us
Kiss until we create tropical heat
Humidity of lust
The sunshine of our passion is hot
We perspire desire
Warm mouths commute
explore body landscapes
Moans as soft and light as summer breeze
Float in the air
We taste bountiful fruits
Sweet Juices
Colour our taste buds with each others goodness
Wear sunshine smiles
As we travel to the place of us
Our journey starts when we decide to have a duvet day …

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The best wake up call…

I exploded from deep silent slumber
Jolted awake by full body tensing
Orgasm
Your warm mouth around my hardness
Throw my head backwards into my pillow
Grit teeth
Growl
Heartbeat pounding in my chest
Shudder
Release
Spasm
You lick me off slow
As I melt
Nerves sparkle with after shock sensations

…It wasn’t a dream after all

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