Her Man's Shirt

What is it about her man's shirt
That makes a woman look so damn sexy
Bare legs from under the shirt tales
The shirt maybe not even buttoned

You expect nothing else underneath it
It makes her look smaller and sweet
And you suspect that she likes to wear it
Because it's like she is wrapped up in you

Last night she spent hours getting ready
Looked stunning in that black lacy dress
With perfect hair, perfect makeup,
happy smile at the look on my face

Later in her new lingerie
Purchased only to make me go crazy
Those legs – oh, those legs- in black nylons
And garters, walked slowly toward me

But then there I was in her kitchen
Figuring out her new coffee machine
To make her a cup to wake up with
When I heard her low sexy laugh

She wore just my big flannel shirt
And was hugging herself in the doorway.
Hair mussed, sleepy eyes, sleepy smile
And I knew that the coffee could wait