Tired Passion Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Sweetheart...
it's getting late,
don't you think
we should go to bed?

(Oh my, you're right,
just look at the time,
but...
don't the stars
stand out tonight?)

Yes, they do and lovely too,
just as eyes,
come...
snuggle, and
hold me tight.

(Sweetheart...
it is getting late,
and I am so tired,
so...
I think I'll just
go to sleep
instead.)

Good night Dear.

(Good night Love.)


© Loyd C. Taylor