Stolen Day

These senryū games keep coming, don’t they? Instigated by by Dreamer (@Your__Dreamer) –M

Stolen Day

Dewdrops glistening ♥ You left them there to catch sun ♥ between parted thighs.

You lying open ♦ that small half-smile on your lips ♦ it pulls me right back.

Wrapped in warm sunlight ♥ gripped in hotter flesh, held deep ♥ coming deeper still.

Immersed in warm pools ♦ sunlight and your sweet body ♦ I should never leave.

Our private ‘sun’ day ♥ playing hookey, blocking calls ♥ “please keep doing that…”

Day of stolen time ♦ wallow, revel in your sex ♦ make you come again.

Find that tender spot ♥ the one that makes you shout and ♥ hold my head so tight.

Shudders, control lost ♦ closed eyes toward sun, seeing red ♦ taste me on your tongue.

My sinful craving ♥ to see iridescent arcs ♥ my primal rainbows.

I descend to you ♦ tongue a spark between your legs ♦ shocking tender nerves.

Sex architecture ♥ arches of spine, foot and neck ♥ perfect construction.

Built to be torn down ♦ the dust of crashing climax ♦ coats sweat-drenched bodies.

Late afternoon slant ♥ of sunbeams over our flesh ♥ illuminating.

Reddening light ♦ over blushed, soaked, used skin ♦ tangling yet again.

Languid, now, gentle ♥ enveloping, embracing ♥ tantalization.

Sliding by and on ♦ and over and in and through ♦ slow glow as sun sets.

My skin translucent ♥ or your seed? Captive of lust ♥ or, rather, of you.

Last embers of light ♦ fall on our limbs intertwined ♦ joined even in dreams.

~Fin~