Morning Jerk (a Poem)
by Peter Duncan
Copyright© 2023 by Peter Duncan
Poem Sex Story: A poem about Saturday Morning masturbation after a marvelous Friday night
Caution: This Poem Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa .
On lazy Saturday mornings
my thoughts are especially tender
and it seems so natural for my body to thrill
to a tingle, your image can render
How delicious are the feelings
lying naked in my bed
early on a Saturday morning, alone
with the ultimate you in my head
When attentions segue to my special friend
warmth fills my body so full
that the thin red line of my thermometer
fills my wrinkled tool
At first, I merely smooth my hand
over my naked flesh
and my fingertips thrill my allness
with prickly warm sensuousness
My hands brush by my tiny points,
which serve no function in me,
and cause my mind to wander
to yours filled with blood blushingly
Mine become alive
as my fingers continue to roll
the tender pointlets, that long to touch
the hardened buttons of your mammary soul
My fingers wrap my manhood
to confirm that I’m worthy of you
and I watch the transformation
as I straighten and stretch so true
My hand is your sensual Yoni,
my fingers your pinkness so smooth,
my grip your grasping vagina,
that I fuck in the absence of you.
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