Did We Have Sex This Morning…?
A poem about an early morning fumble. Or was it?

Summary
The website content is a reflective and intimate poem by Jupiter Grant exploring the hazy recollection of a possible early morning sexual encounter.
Abstract
The poem "Did We Have Sex This Morning…?" delves into the narrator's fragmented memories of an early dawn rendezvous with a lover. Through vivid sensory imagery, the narrator ponders the reality of the encounter, questioning whether the sensations and actions were real or a product of a sleep-induced dream. The piece captures the languid, semi-conscious state that often accompanies morning intimacy, as well as the uncertainty that follows when one is not fully awake. The author, Jupiter Grant, invites the reader into a personal space of doubt and desire, highlighting the complex nature of memory and the ephemeral quality of sexual experiences.
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Did we have sex this morning
As the sun was coming up?
I seem to have the mem’ry
Of a lazy morning fuck.
The recollection of your hand
Caressing my bare thigh
And of me op’ning up my legs
Though closed, still, were my eyes.
Do I recall the prickly brush
Of early morning stubble?
Or am I just so drunk on sleep
That my mind is now befuddled?
I think that I remember
My leg slung o’er your hip
My eyes still shut, but I think I may
Have bitten on my lip.
If we did fuck, did either of us
Make a single sound?
Or did we both keep silent as
Upon your cock I ground?
Did I blindly stroke your face
The way I often do?
Or run my fingers through your hair
The way you like me to?
And then, when (or if) we came,
What noises did we make?
Did I moan your name, did you breathe out mine?
Did our conjoined bodies shake?
I’d presume that when we finished
We arranged ourselves to spoon,
Then soon returned to muffled snores
In the half-light of our room?
I didn’t really waken up
Until an hour ago
But these recurring images
Have made me want to know.
Was it a dream, a fantasy,
An REM illusion,
Or did you really wake me with
Your jutting hard protrusion?
Please don’t be hurt I can’t recall,
Or worry that you’re boring.
It’s not that you’re not memorable,
I’m just not good with mornings…

Jupiter Grant is a self-published author, blogger, narrator and audiobook producer.
Enquiries and comments are always welcome. You can also find me on Twitter @GrantJupiter
Published
Originally published at http://jupiterslair.com on September 7, 2020.
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