Waking up with a dick in my ass to the sound of acoustic poetry.

I wake up to the sound of soft poetry and feel a warm, familiar presence between my legs. As I slowly open my eyes, I am met with a mesmerizing sight - the man I love, his chest heaving as he reads aloud to me. His voice carries an intoxicating undertone, resonating deep within my core. Our eyes lock, and I see the desire burning in his pupils. Slowly, he leans in to place a tender kiss on my forehead. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but arch my back, pressing my ass against his growing bulge. He takes it as a sign and slides his hard length into my eager hole. Each push and pull is accompanied by the rhythm of his verses, creating a symphony of pleasure. We move together, lost in each other's eyes and the sensual bliss that fills the room. Our skin glistens with perspiration as we dance in perfect synchronicity, the rhythm of our hearts matching the beat of the music.