Morning

The sun rises

You, wet, dripping

All over the bed

Tied, passion and excitement build

Desire escapes

Sweat dripping like love

On Saturday morning

With ten fingers

I pleasure you

On Saturday morning

You surrender to release

On Saturday morning

The master plays with your body

Living our imagination

With wandering fingers

And right after,

I’ll sit in a chair and read you a story

About a girl who isn’t afraid

Of any demon

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