I am slowly pulled,
From the depths of sleep,
By winter’s chill.
The blanket is gone.
Wrapped cocoon like,
My lover sleeps on.
I lean over, putting my face
Into her hair,
I inhale the heady fragrance
I know so well
Soap, musk, perfume
The fire within re-kindled.
Moving inch by inch
Like the jungle predator
I ease under the covers,
Closer and closer,
Warmth joining warmth,
Two sinuous curves merging.
And then, when the two have become one,
And the breathing synchronized
Into a single in and out.
My hand closes on soft flesh.
My head eases down to the pillow,
And slowly, I drift and dream.
A Gift of Poetry for Lora and Pamela
Written on the Occasion of Your Wedding
God Bless
Bill – March 31st, 2007
From the depths of sleep,
By winter’s chill.
The blanket is gone.
Wrapped cocoon like,
My lover sleeps on.
I lean over, putting my face
Into her hair,
I inhale the heady fragrance
I know so well
Soap, musk, perfume
The fire within re-kindled.
Moving inch by inch
Like the jungle predator
I ease under the covers,
Closer and closer,
Warmth joining warmth,
Two sinuous curves merging.
And then, when the two have become one,
And the breathing synchronized
Into a single in and out.
My hand closes on soft flesh.
My head eases down to the pillow,
And slowly, I drift and dream.
A Gift of Poetry for Lora and Pamela
Written on the Occasion of Your Wedding
God Bless
Bill – March 31st, 2007
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