Like a cat by the fire softly purring
In your sleep softly curling
Like a baby smooth and fine
Lays asleep this love of mine
Eyelids moving as you dream
Of rolling hills and whispering stream
Picnic cloth upon the ground
As in the field we play around
Daisy ring upon your hair
Forget-me-nots here and there
Pulling petals in childhood games
He loves me, he loves me not your lips exclaim
Stirring, turning in your sleep
As in your dream our lips meet
Your tongue licks lightly at you lips
The gentle swaying of your hips
What is this we have done
Making love under the morning sun
Your hand curled as in a grasp
As if you are holding onto grass
An upward thrust, a little moan
For in your dream you are not alone
I am there to make it real
And it has passed for you lay still
Just like a cat beside the fire
Stretching now from your desire
Open eyes and there’s a grin
Now the loving shall begin
Mike Nifton ©1998
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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