David W. Lewry
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    • Some Disease
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Day Break

Her smile, lit the shaded bedroom window pane, sun peeked in through cracks, slivered skinny rays of light past her pale, freckled cheeks. 

Tender kisses soft lips gave, startled, half awake, squinting eyes to catch another kiss.

Her wet tongue mingled, pressed upon the roof of my wet mouth.

Sweet morning licks, down hungry, waking stomach. 

Gripping hard stiffened, wide awake, smiling wide crazy cock. 

A constant moan in exhausted pleasure, knowing sleep no longer.  

A cornered focused, luscious stare deep into me.

A final tightened squeeze, she pulls me deep, our sex our scent the nostrils filled. 

Saturate the senses bursting, overwhelmed hard again. 

Continuous, ceaseless penetration, she pushes in pain, only to pull me deep again. 

The days go by we fill ourselves, overflowing, over tired, cannot get what is enough.

Eyes close softly, firing open once more, are drawn to her naked skin pressed against, my hardened sin.  

Our voices soft in day break’s waking gentle, nervous settled whispering.

The space, once required shrinks to nothing, our love grows past knowing. 

The design of a near and living God, we seek to follow burning to surrender.

At last, she comes upon our door knocking, leaving fear alone and broken, while we heal in the presence of now wrapped within the desire fueled, flickering soft tongue of love so true. 


Playing swirls in my wetted mouth, fingers slip, her hands tightly grip, so wet inside a tightened fit.

Her bone white teeth bite hard my ink covered chest. 

My teeth clamp gently to nipples on bare white, freckled breast. 

She moans, plunge deeper keeping time with panting breath, whispers longing deeper than my sex can go. 

She pulls me further pleading, her mouth to mine, our hearts filled with needing. 

Collapsed atop my heavy frame, her loving voice, whispers sweetly my name. 

There was doubt, filled with shame, but today is sweeter, beautiful, the morning when love decided, lovingly, to stay.   

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