Morning Tea & A Piece Of Me

.
Seated,
Drinking his morning tea

Me?

Situated close by,
Well..centre of the room

Centre of attention

Yeah..naked too, go figure!
A request I took to,
without questioning ask

Improvised with a
few slow 360s ( he'd like that)
arms by my side
(I'm not one for hiding from
my man's steady gaze)

His silent stares
& handsome smile

Waiting...

Silence broken by his
"So, tell me beautiful one,"
(Pausing to take a drink of his tea)
"was last night enjoyable for you" ?

His eyes back on me
All over me

Obviously, it was for him;
My eyes drawn to the
outlined awakenment
going on in his boxers;
Had my love button tingling with
reminiscing,
last nights rhythmic ride on
such a fine beast
(Jeeez doesn't it ever sleep!)

My Dishevelled
appearance,
various parts of
my anatomy love bitten &
blushed pink,
Should have said all about
last night's love making, wild
manoeuvres

But..he wanted more
(Always, there's more)

Silence..

But my movements did speak
volumes though,
(I'd been here before)
My fingertips spoke exactly
how I felt & how I feel, &.. more
Importantly, how I'll always feel.

Soon my travels did carry
coded tapping messages,
all he wanted to hear,
Upon my standing pose...

(A difficult position I've mastered
since being with him)

....unashamedly blaspheming, as I
went away loudly, over & beyond, to
places distant, where we'd been
together many times, hand in hand,
As he carried on looking...

(He doesn't desire ego show, wants
plain old me, He gets that everytime,
like he's not even here)

...watching over my departure &
eventual return like he was
my protector from harm;
In many ways he is, as I am
to him.

Making me wait

& wait ..

(For his ~come and get it~
appraisals & that glorious, now  
prominent outline, in need of
another fine rhythmic ride)

As my breathing & flushed
appearance corrected
itself, to an acceptable level

Well..for a short while anyway,
as I watched him pull down
his boxers.

His morning tea,
at an end...