Morning Project

If I sleep clothed

I often take off

my shirt

so that my chest

is bare to the

morning light.

Pants restrain my body,

so I wear them loose,

or tight and thin,

or small

and red,

but mostly unclothed.

Bottomless

is playful

and comfortable.

When the warm air and light

hits my body

I want to free myself

from clothing

and play

with the nudity

of me.

:-)

I am not ashamed

but I tease, you.

Socks!

are my only

garmet

as I

greet the morning;

stretching,

relaxing,

bathing,

and basking.

I play with the shadows

of the floral curtains

and risk

the neighbor

seeing my hidden parts.

Come

closer

and look at me.

All of my privacy

is revealed to you

and is yours to have, truly,

along with the rest of me.

I can imagine your warm body on mine

or feel it's absence.

But if you cannot be here

I want you to watch me,

and feel me,

and carress me

in your imagination

with gentle hands

on my round rear.

Spread me apart

or massage my back

and thighs.

Spoon me

and my imagination will fly

as I feel you

start to get ideas

from behind me.

Move me from side

to side

and turn me towards you.

I am not special, prideful, or needy;

but I am possessed with the need to share,

and I am open and willing.

So take me

or let me take you,

because I am

developing

a certain fondness

for your

eyes, and your

imaginary

touch.

Now I am eager,

and you can set a clock

to the throbbing

in my body.

I want to close my eyes,

and pinch,

and carress,

and satisfy you in my daydream.

Now, in the afterglow

I feel like being cute.

I turn to the shower

and start the water.

The cold water shocks me,

but the growing warmth reassures me

and I smile.

I reach

and lather,

and I let the sun and water

run through my hair.

I still remember the morning.

I fill again with desire

to be ravished,

right here in the shower

up against the wall.

But the daydream ends.

I hone my sights

on the real day.

Still

playful,

but clothed.