MORNING

As the midnight hours fade 

The sky begins to brighten

 

The sun is not fully up yet

It has yet to make its way  

Over the horizon

 

As time goes by 

You rigidly toss 

In your slumber

 

Close to awakening 

But not fully there

You unconsciously attempt to adjust 

Your growing tumescence

 

Frustrated by your failed attempts  

You awaken to your chagrin 

As well as your elation

 

You remember why I brought you here

 

Fettered 

And unable to relieve 

The throbbing 

Of the rise of the sun 

You beg for release

 

Gently I tease the curtain open 

To reveal the sun fully up 

And ready to illuminate  

The entire room with its rays

 

Begging and pleading 

You ask for the warm explosion 

Of the sun’s heat

 

And once again you are denied

What a delightfully torturous way 

To start this morning