I LIKE TO WATCH THE SUN ARISE

In a setting that's like a dream,
encamped beside that mountain stream,
I like to watch the sun arise -
when viewed between your standing thighs
as al fresco strip wash you take,
while, on the tent bed, I awake.
I see you loose your gold top knot
and brush about it quite a lot
while humming your good morning tune
as my eyes halt upon your moon
until the sun shine intervene
as if to make a dazzling screen.
To the tent's roof I then avert
my gaze, while your undies, T-shirt
and shorts you put on when you've dried.
I hear you walk back, while inside
I give my teeth a quick brush clean
and give my head hair combing preen
then position myself to kiss
you on arrival, thanks for this
view that you provided me
when that first morning I did see.