In the chilly
pre-dawn February,
I hear her
gentle, soft breathing;
not quite a snore,
but a rumble
of blissful narcosis.
I curl up
with her,
our bodies
warm and soft
under a light
spread
of blankets.
This is intentional
so snuggling
and cuddling
is inevitable.
I hold her close
and let her sleep,
taking care
not to poke her,
prod her
with my insistent,
implacable
erection.
I let her sleep
because
that is more urgent,
more needed
and I love her
that much.
