I Miss Our Morning Fuck

All these I miss.
Would love to run my tongue along your slit,
Part the lips gently, and then lick slowly upwards with the tip only,
Coaxing your little button to life.

Would love to kiss your lips
To feel them part to permit the entrance of my tongue.
To feel yours thrusting back,
To wrap my arms around you,
To feel your breasts against me.

Would love to tangle my fingers in your hair,
To kiss your eyes, your nose,
The hollow of your throat.

To feel my engorged cock
Bump against the moist lips of your pussy,
To feel it open around me,
To pull the foreskin back
And allow the sensitive shaft
To penetrate you fully.

To feel my cock bump up against your cervix,
To feel your thrust against me.
To feel your mound rub up on mine.
To feel your inner squeeze grasp me firmly
And let my cock feel truly loved.
To be stroked internally as I move,
To know that you are with me.

All these I miss.