Slumped in your chair in the land of dreams
Embraced by the dancing shadows
Flickering flames from the fire
Throwing orange and yellow patterns
Across your chair
as you slip into the dreamlands seduction
I run my palms gently
Across the curve of your cheek
The tips of my finger so lightly ,
Over the line of your bowed lips
Bending just enough
Too brush my kiss across them
Your eyes still closed
As you slumber with fatigue
Stirring, a hint of smile quivers,
At the corners of your intoxicating mouth
Just being close to you this way
Fills me up with tenderness
Full and complete
Silence of the fading evening light
Listening to the clock ticking
The Rythem of your breathing
The woman in me content
