Rumpled hair and morning stubble

Eyes adjusting to the light.

Waking up is such a struggle

Abandoning dreams without a fight.

Your kiss aimed toward my lips

Lands somewhere near my ear.

Your hands find my hips

I laugh as you pull me near.

My cell phone screeches in protest

Warning there’s no time

For morning pleasure or further rest

No matter how sublime.

Determined to avoid trouble,

I  mumble an apology and stumble toward the shower.

But, your rumpled hair and morning stubble

Lure me back to bed for another precious hour.