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Friday, February 02, 2018

I Let Her Sleep

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.

7 comments:

  1. Your beautiful love poems for Anita always make me teary. :)

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  2. It is good to let her sleep.

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  3. I love the kindness in your love poem, especially in the lines:
    'I hear her
    gentle, soft breathing;

    not quite a snore,
    but a rumble
    of blissful narcosis'
    and
    'I hold her close
    and let her sleep,
    taking care
    not to poke her,
    prod her' :)

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  4. Oh gosh this is soo beautiful!!💞

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