A Morning Vision

 As she prepares for the day I watch. From the table I see clearly into the bathroom where she stands in her nightgown, stopping at mid thigh, and looking into the mirror. Her hair is a beautiful mess, dark and wavy as it falls against her bare back and shoulders. She begins there, brushing her hair into place until it looks soft, shiny. I want to walk right over and run my hands through it. But I stay, I sit, I watch as she continues, applying unnecessary make up to an already alluring face. She lifts slightly on her toes, tensing the muscles and showing off her toned, tan legs. Her gown rides up slightly, pooling at her lower back and accentuating her firm, athletic buttocks. I ache now, fighting to keep myself in place instead of going to her, walking up behind her and running my hands up those sexy legs, grasping her hips and pulling her against me, then sliding my hands along her sensuous body, nibbling at her shoulder and neck as I do.

 In only a few minutes the show is over, too soon in my opinion, as she finishes in the bathroom and goes to the bedroom to change into her work clothes. It is quite the transformation; this natural, sexy woman who just crawled out of bed, and my arms, and is now a primped and prepped business woman. Still sexy, still beautiful, but its reserved, defined, completely opposite the unrestrained appeal, the radiant beauty that I woke to.

 Is this bad, to love a woman who can so quickly change from one form to another, a chameleon in her own right? No, it’s truly a privilege, a gift and an enjoyment I wouldn’t trade for anything. She is all the woman I need, and everything I could ever want. When I am shopping, she is the one I want next to me, people watching and rambling as we walk hand in hand. When I am at the bar, she is the one I watch over my pool cue as she leans over to make her shot, or shooting me a quick smile. When I am lying on the couch, she is the one laying with me, my arms around her holding her close to me. When I fall asleep at night, she is the one in the darkness right beside me, her fragrance all around me and the taste of our goodnight kiss on my lips.

 But now she is the worker, and it’s time to get to it. She grabs her lunch and coffee cup, and we head toward the door. Just before we leave the house to go our separate ways for the day, she turns and kisses me, deeply, and I see once more the sexy woman I woke too, barely hidden behind her work clothes and make up. Then we turn and leave, knowing it will only be a few hours until we are back together again.