{"id":3574,"date":"2009-10-04T09:23:36","date_gmt":"2009-10-04T08:23:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alexsuze.com\/?p=3574"},"modified":"2009-10-04T09:23:36","modified_gmt":"2009-10-04T08:23:36","slug":"sex-in-the-morning-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/?p=3574","title":{"rendered":"Sex In The Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"post-body\"><a href=\"http:\/\/alexsuze.com\/bloggerimg\/sky00.jpg\"><img style=\"float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand\" src=\"http:\/\/alexsuze.com\/bloggerimg\/sky00.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">OK before you read this here are some ground rules. I don&#8217;t do poetry, I&#8217;m crap at it, so if this sucks, you have been warned. It doesn&#8217;t rhyme, it doesn&#8217;t scan as well as I&#8217;d like but Suze likes it. Please let me know what you think. Be brutally honest and with any luck I will not inflict any more of the same on you .<br \/>\n<\/span><br \/>\nThe comforting greyness of my dreamless repose<br \/>\nis slipping from me.<br \/>\nThe harder I grasp it<br \/>\nthe more ethereal it becomes.<br \/>\nFragmenting before my unconscious mind<br \/>\nas I try to immerse myself once again<br \/>\nin that pool of grey oblivion.<br \/>\nRising from the oily embrace of sleep<br \/>\nI feel the acuteness of the real world waiting for me.<\/p>\n<p>But what awaits is not the cruel unwelcome caresses of a workday<br \/>\nbut a weekend morning.<br \/>\nNot the grey monotony of my salaried slavery<br \/>\nbut the golden aurora of my woman&#8217;s love.<br \/>\nEnveloping me, comforting me, exciting me.<\/p>\n<p>The hour is late, spring sunlight dancing on my still closed eyelids.<br \/>\nMy lover&#8217;s hand strokes my cheek.<br \/>\nIt lingers briefly before tracing an orange path to my inner thigh.<br \/>\nThere she teases my softest of skin with her tenderness.<br \/>\nMy sex is moving, swelling, expectant. My balls are rising, tightening, tingling.<\/p>\n<p>Her hand enfolds me, deftly, firmly.<br \/>\nHer tongue wets my nipple, lithe and slippery.<br \/>\nHer breath betrays her, desire dammed.<br \/>\nHer cataract is cracking, crumbling<br \/>\nBreached.<\/p>\n<p>The serpentine track of her tongue has only one destination.<br \/>\nHer intent is obvious, yet no less welcome for that.<\/p>\n<p>The first touch of her tongue on my glans solicits a shudder<br \/>\nfrom deep within me.<br \/>\nHer hand grips my balls, gentle, but immovable.<br \/>\nEach arch of my back, each wriggle and squirm I make<br \/>\npulls against my shackled scrotum.<br \/>\nSteel-white flashes streak across me as I struggle.<\/p>\n<p>She devours me<br \/>\never deeper.<br \/>\nTongue ceaseless in its movement<br \/>\ndancing, cavorting, making my body tremor.<br \/>\nTeeth rake, lips squeeze, tongue palpates.<\/p>\n<p>The glowing ball of my climax begins, deep in my groin.<br \/>\nA golden ball, crossed with green and blue.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s no holding it back, she knows how to please me too well.<br \/>\nIt blossom, erupts, transforms into the shimmering pebbles of my orgasm .<\/p>\n<p>I gasp, buck, thrash as I pump my seed into her throat.<br \/>\nShe holds me down, taking every drop of my essence.<br \/>\nAnd in the swirling afterglow, eyes closed,<br \/>\nmy only sensation is that of her tongue lapping at tingling cock.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>OK before you read this here are some ground rules. 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