She wears my shirt so well
the way it just about
covers enough
to keep me guessing
as she makes the coffee
smiling
knowing what I'm thinking
playing along
in her own way

Faining innocence...

as she reaches up for mugs
letting the soft cloth
ride a little higher but not high enough

not yet.

The innocent smile now a smirk
a wicked impish grin
for she is both my temptress
and my tormentor

bending slowly to place before me
both coffee and temptation

as top buttons left unfastened
show me pleasures
of the flesh

my eyes never leave her *******
as she asks me
seductively

would I like honey with my coffee?

Home made and warm...

I don't need asking twice
I kiss her hard
sweeping the crockery to the floor
laying her back

my answer found within that moment

was she? wasn't she?

???