Breathless, I stand
before the mirror,
seeking beauty.
I see the curves
you love to explore,
and suddenly
I feel beautiful.
Blushing, I glance
up at the glass
finding perfection
in the photograph
tucked into the frame.
You, my perfect wife,
gaze back at me there.
Brazen, I plan
ways to bring
the smile I adore
to your glorious lips;
ways to show you my love.
I would do anything
to make you feel special.
Breathless, blushing, brazen,
I stand, I glance, I plan,
flushed with the joy
of knowing that I'm yours,
your chosen bride.
My life is yours,
my love is yours-
your pleasure,
your happiness,
my only goal.
Morning Routine by Faerie Storm Queen

