Hand trailing along my sleeping form,
he wakes me with steaming brew
and a luscious ode to my hips,
eyes lustered with promises for the day.
His words undulate around my rising breath,
sneaking beneath rumpled covers to rouse
my drowsy ankles,
my yawning toes.
The fragrance of his misted song
is a lovestruck honeyed haven,
sticky-sweet upon my tongue
as my smile trembles under quiescent sounds.
His tender curvings of rapturous dance
lift me from this dark velvet pillow into dream.
Sunrise simmers beneath his brow,
his skylit glance shimmering
across my golden landscape.
He lingers within my shadows
and yearns beneath my light
for warmth
of slow silences between us
upon this hearth, swaying softly...
I ain't kiddin'...he started it. 
Adding your comment:
and all that 
did I? well, lessee here, darlin' thing, there you were cloaked in the sun through the window and all, and a bird or two swooped at the window like little troublemakers, and oh they had an attitude what with the unsuspecting red hawk about one hundred yards out cruisin for a bruisin ... heh .. and, 
) since you make sissy coffe, ya know, 
... women! 
I'll have you know, Mister, that my mother, who was a professional cook, mind you, said I made the BESTEST coffee. That ain't no slouch of a compliment, ya know. 
Thoroughly. 
♥ 
