Sometimes At Night Poem by Phil Soar

Sometimes at night, I lie in bed
Thoughts exploding in my head
I think of things I'd like to do
Lying here, so close to you
But nothing stirs you as you sleep
I feel the need to take a peep
Below the sheets your body lies
Still, but glorious to mine eyes
And as I stir and touch your thighs
You wake, and open up your eyes
"No games tonight, that door is closed"
How did she know what I proposed?
I thought my touch was a gentle stroke
Not meant to be a loveless joke
And so I turned and the mood dead
Sometimes at night, I sleep instead.