Auburn hair falls on shoulders,
as she climbs out of the bed,
old Nolan Ryan t-shirt, her gown,
turquoise *******, a vision.

A little wiggle as she walks out of the room,
a treat because she knows that I am watching,
I can still feel the heat from last nights events,
and long for a morning repeat.

Now walking around teasing,
in fuzzy house shoes,
almost close enough to me to grab,
but giggling just out of reach.

A kiss and an order
get up, we have stuff to do,
I get up and obey,
with a pinch and yes ma'am.