Last Night Poem by jim bethke

Last night....
as you fell asleep in my arms...
I couldn't help but think just how lucky a man I am.
The smell of your hair as you nestled your head on my arm,
the warmth of your body on mine,
the touch of your hand on my chest,
the softness of your skin as I massaged your back,
I couldn't help but think just how lucky a man I am.

You rolled just a bit, threw off the covers,
and there in the darkness,
lit only by the glare of the tv,
your head still resting upon my arm,
I gazed upon your nakedness...
the light highlighting your face,
your breasts,
your thighs,
my eyes drawn to your body,
examining every exquisite inch of you,
thinking of how much I desire and long for you,
lusting for you,
thoughts of the times of love and lust we have shared and will share,
a great wanting of being able to run my hands all over you,
to taste you....
to consume you...
to feel you wanting and needing me...
and I you...
I couldn't help but think just how lucky a man I am.

Another turn,
back towards me,
covers drawn snugly,
again in my arms,
head resting on my chest,
I switched off the tv,
and there in the darkness,
holding my one and only true love,
lulled to sleep listening to you snore,
a most wonderful sound,
because it said to me that you were at rest,
peaceful and content in your place,
I allowed my head to sink onto the pillows...
final thoughts of the day drifting through my mind...
I couldn't help but think just how lucky a man I am.