Morning Glory: In the Morning when the Cock Crows

( Morning Glory Wake-up Calls )

Each night, they went to sleep.  He sprawled out on the big man's bed.  He slept on his back.   She curled up like a cat, on her rug, at the foot of the bed.    The bed of the Master.
When men sleep, they dream of women.   
If truth be told, and the wife's not listening, they dream of all women, who go parading by, in long lines, mostly naked.  
But most especially, they dream of that one special one, who has 'done them', more intimately and satisfyingly, than all the others.  
He slept with a smile on his face these nights.

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And in the morning, men wake up with erections.  The 'fruit' of the night's dreams.    
Come the morning, the cock crows.
They can't help it.  Men are men, full of hormones that rage through the night like a dark fire, building steam and force.  
As the morning light entered their cabin, it would always find, in the center of the bed quilt that covered the bed, a tent-like rising, a shrouded 'pole' that abruptly arose a good 7 inches over the rest of the bed.

Venecia, who ususally woke first, could see it, and it looked somewhat ominous, — of what was 'waiting' for her.  
When he awoke, he'd peer under the covers at his crowing cock, then look down at her, curled up on the floor mat, with her head on her crossed paws, blinking her eyes at him like a cat.   
''Here, kitty, kittty, kittty....!  Here kitty, kitty, kitty.......!   Cum get your milk.......!''

And with one deft hand movement, he'd flip off the covers to expose the day's aurora offering.   Then scoot himself to the edge of the bed, offering it to her.  
She'd get up on her knees, kneeling against the bed, and say her 'morning prayers' with the 'Godly Serpent' in her mouth the whole while.  
Till kingdom cum.   
Thy will be done.

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In the morning the cock crows.  
There were certainly enough roosters on the isle, and you could hear them, all crowing at once, starting about an hour or so before dawn.   
So many cocks on this isle.  And so loud!  So demanding!   Venecia lay there listening.
Tomek could half-sleep through it, he was used to it.   Not just the loud crowing outside, but also the crowing of the cock between his legs.  It lifted its head and beak and yelled at him:  'Get up..!  Up...!  Up...! Up...!
But he rolled over and preferred to dream.  Of naked women.   Of naked Venecia.

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Some women have married lazy men, and they can't get their man out of bed to go to work in the morning.  But there's a little secret that the witches and wise women teach young wives.   It's called the 'wake-up call'.   Or, 'Morning Glory'.  Or 'Tulip Bells'.   Or, the 'Trumpet Call.'  
Anyway, wives who master this, never have a problem getting him up again.   
It's their 'trumpet call' to get him out of bed.  Their 'reveille'.  
One kiss upon his dreamstick, followed by a good, long suck, and he is definitely, most definitely, 'up'.
 
It was called 'morning glory' because this is when it was so often performed.    A working man does not have time for full fledged lovemaking before going to work, and besides, he's too sleepy.    It is his wife's job to get him up and going, all zip and dapper for the day.   And when he returns, and has had a full meal in his belly, he will repay her with a long evening of loving.  

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Morning Glories are common flowers, bell-shaped and open, like a woman's mouth.   Especially the Red Moning Glories.   There were many of those at Tulip Lake, Tomek had noticed.   But they existed on the Fatherland as well.  And Tomek made it a custom to bring her back a red morning glory, every day after she'd made a good morning sucking, and put it in her hair.  As a remembrance and thank you.  
And as a reminder to do it again in the morn.  
When the cock crows, it needs to be answered.  Morning glories and tulip bells, come my way.