I wake lying across a king sized bed
A fan spins above the small sunlit roomCreating a ringed silhouette above
My eyes wander down to a pale ankle
Resting on my chest like an open book
Wearing a golden chain with a fine clasp
Attached to a soft slender milky leg
Moving my hand up, caressing gently
Stopping at a pair of violet panties
Sliding fingers beneath the elastic
Then releasing it with a light crisp snap
The ankle's foot slides beneath my boxers
I turn my head slightly, looking upward
Into mischievous sapphire blue eyes
Some mornings are just better than others
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
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