9.AM

This is called 9 AM, as that is the time when I wrote it! It came to me while Half asleep, so I got up and put it down quick before it joined my dreams...[wherever they disappear to, lol]

I felt the silence of her voice
Softly caress like velvet sighs
Brush against the tender parts
Rising skin upon my chest
The fine hair that lays unseen in my ears
Bristling under the softness of her breath
My lady sleeping softly...
To know her thoughts
To live her dreams
To be the vessel that holds her love

And as she stirs
Her eyes; so blue, slowly
Opening, focusing
Will she smile as she sees me laying near?
Watching...
As she reaches across the bed sheets
To touch me gently, caress me
Sending waves of pleasure cascading through my senses
With sleep still on her breath and in her eyes
Her mouth begins to to open and gently whispers;
" I'd love a cup of tea..."

You see guys, romance is not dead, got to go, the kettles boiling...
ps no music to this one, it's a verse for my truest and only love, Ann