Hardwood Classics

I am tired of waking with my 3rd leg aching!
Begging for stimulation, other words repetition.
Fluctuating echo’s, durations of climaxes.
Yet in still, I’m posted with Hardwood Classics!
They say working out, it builds the muscle and increase stamina.
But why would I stroke my ego.
When it’s not as fulfilling as letting damage go.
Tearing down the walls of a shorty’s sanctum.
Ruff riding from the back and spanking them.
But every morning, Hardwood Classics is all I see.
Frustration built up, I dream of my duck getting sick.
Drillin’ until her back is pressed with the bed print .
Leavin’ my headboard split.
Waking in the morning,
Begging for another session,
Then reality sets in.
As I awaken levitatin’ with my kick stand in temporary extension.
I rise looking in the mirror to see well rested eyes.
I light a cigarette and say goodbye to flexed muscle……
Till the next morning I rise!
Or when I end up going inside.
Between some sexy thick thighs.