Your gray-green eyes.
Flash glares. Stares. 
A subtle grin
Flashes from this morning 
Another exotic glimpse 
From across the table 
Another smirk
I feel your hand 
Graze my outer thigh 
Reminescent of this afternoon 
Your curls fall down 
Your broad shoulders shift
I smirk back 
Knowing retirement 
To our sanctuary upstairs 
Can’t come soon enough
You’re ready.
I am ready.