*chuckles* sorry bout this one guys... it was suppose to be called "Morning Wood".. but that last sentence made me change the title..
you shift in bed, stretch, and roll over on to your back
you slide your hand under the sheets to scratch your sac
you look down and see a pop tent in the covers
right now you look around wishing you had a lover
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you slide your hand into your boxers
no way in hell is this ever awkward
you grip your morning wood tightly in your hand
jacking off this early in the morning was so not planned
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you throw the coves back and push your boxers down
then you slide your thumb across the curved crown
Precum smears over the smooth tip as you move your thumb
you lift your hand to your lips and press it to your tongue
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you suck it into your mouth, close your eyes and moan
picturing someone sitting and riding hard on your bone
you reach down grip your dick and stroke it hard and fast
buck your hips, moan out loud, you are so not going to last
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your stomach tightens, then it jerks as you shoot jets of seed
raising up to watch, you moan and twitch and slow your speed
you slowly stroke out your release and your body finally calms
it is times like this you thank God you have your hand called "Rosey Palm"
YOU ARE READING
Naughty poems (rated "R")
Poetrynaughty naughty naughty!! not for the faint of hearts!! warnning read at your own risk never know whacha gonna get.. with that said.. have fun.. =)
