mornings, love, warmth

She wakes him up with a kiss, stroking his hair,
pushing away a fringe resting on his broad forehead;
he opens his eyes to her sight :
clad in his baggy blue denim shirt
her hair falling over his chest
half asleep she looks just as sexy
as she does fully awake and clothed
all prim and proper,
she gets out of bed
saying something about having to leave early
he lies, warm and fuzzy, in the rug they share
as he watches her come out of the bath
her wet hair effusing a stream of water
running down her back through the blouse
her chest heaving with every breath she takes
as she ties a sari;
his eyes follow every move of her wrists
as she drapes the cloth around her luscious hips
her nimble fingers manouvering as they pleat the sari
tucking it just below her belly button
with a flourish she sweeps the pallu
across her alluring bosom
brushes her eyelashes with mascara -
the most of her embellishments -
bends over him, caressing his cheek,
whispering bye,
"Darling I won't be long,
coffee's on the table,
don't miss me.".