Ten minutes left before the buzzer kills the peace,
I slide my hand across her belly for the lease,
On her body, she is warm and soft and barely stirring,
My fingers find her slit and she starts purring.
Like a cat who caught the cream before the dawn,
She spreads her legs without a word, just a yawn,
Mixed with a moan that says keep going, I am not,
Awake enough to help you but I want what you have got.
I rub her clit in small circles under covers warm,
She bucks against my hand, her body starting to transform,
From sleeping to electric, wet and clenching on my fingers,
She comes before the alarm with three minutes and it lingers.
Before the alarm, ten minutes of stolen wet,
Before the alarm, the filthiest thing yet,
My fingers soaked, her thighs still shaking from the rush,
Before the alarm, everything is hush,
And warmth and pussy dripping on the sheets we just destroyed,
Before the alarm, time well employed.
She reaches back and grabs my cock, still thick and throbbing,
Guides me in and I slide home, no need for robbing,
This woman of her sleep, she wants it half-unconscious and lazy,
I fuck her spooning, slow and deep, the morning soft and hazy.
The alarm goes off and I don’t stop, she doesn’t reach to slap it,
We just keep going in the angry buzz and we adapt it,
Into the rhythm of the fuck, the beep becoming part of the percussion,
Before the alarm turned into during, no discussion.