Comfortable

You wait till I'm ready for work,
mischief plays a devilish sonet within your smile,
a kiss goodbye, the not so fast hold of my hand,
my late proclamations falling weakly on deaf ears,
dutifully my skirts raised, waiting on approving eyes,
my dignity exposed in one slow descending fall from grace,
awaiting your kisses in sacred places uncovered, discovered
for your approval, my will surrendering to my conquering
hero, remembered thoughout the day in moist comfort breaks,
remembering how I fell so easily to your pleasurable thoughts once more.