Hey�hon�get up�
Breakfast is ready�
I whisper in his ear�
He picks up his head and kisses me softly
And then hides his face under the blankets
He complains, �Babe its Sunday��
Pretending to fall back to sleep
��I don�t work today��
I kiss his neck and find my way back to his mouth
I made your favorite�
�Oh really�� he sits up with a smile.
�and that would be what?�
French toast and strawberry syrup�
�Mmmm�. Sounds good��
He draws me close and sits me in his lap
�But since when is that my favorite food?�
I laugh and grin�
Its not�I guess it�s a good thing�
I only made the syrup�
His eyes shimmer with his longing.
�Yeah? Just syrup��
He teases me�as he nibbles at my ear�
�What am I going to do with that?�
Don�t know; I thought I�d ask you dear.
Marina Joann Hammond
Copyright (C) Marina Joann Hammond 2003
(November 12, 2003)
