Poem for her 774

Dear Readers,


Soft too


The edge of your shoulder soft
Still in the night as you sleep
Your soft skin glides slowly under my fingers
I try hardly to touch
There is that feel
Skin just so, the felt of hair
The sound of your intake
As I hit a nerve and you stir
Then softly whisper
I love you
As we roll toward each other
The night awake slightly more
The edges of dream softly glide away
As you feel the heat of my breath
Right at your ear
There I say
Good morning Babe
The kiss of skin to skin
Long into the dawn

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.