this morning
your eyes caressed me from afar
as sunrise ran across lids,
chasing fleeting dreams away,
swirling dust in the golden rays
highlighting me...

my first stretch was dedicated to you,
as I know you'd seek the angles of my
shoulder blades upraised,
pressing the twins of excitement
against their fabric encasements,
so I yawned sexy for you...

and it was while I
stood under the pulsating stream of water
while suds played peak-a-boo,
that I touched myself for you,
knowing you'd wish to feel
my squeaky clean, too...

I posed in the mirror,
arranging my locs to drip tendrils,
in a swept up do - baring my shoulders for you
& spritzed a light gardenia scent
that lingered and fused with lustrous emollients
that made my skin glow like a Georgia peach
...while I shimmied a thong between...

uh...you know where I mean

it wasn't vanity that had me
standing with my back to the mirror
twisting around to note that my clothed cleft
was definitely def...ined
and streamlined,
showing off this bottom of mine

and as I slipped on my brassiere
I lingered on those there...shapes
as they fitted into their rightful place;
holstered by a demi-cup
before my hands lifted their weight up
and blew...
a naughty kiss at you

the pink of shoe polish
twinkled on my toes
as I slid on a pair of
strappy, high-heeled sandals
and rhythmically clacked across the hardwood floor
to stand in front of my open closet door...

maybe a high-waisted skirt?
or some slacks that hung right?
but your eyes kept returning
to a one-piece on the right;...
a simple, cotton sundress,
the stopped just above the knee,
and hugged every curve
I had going for me
.
.
.
Okay, baby
I’ll wear this just for you
.
.
.


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Morning (Album Version) - Amel Larrieux