Bedside

I was asleep when I saw him at my beside. He gasped the dark air and tried to hide, I stretched my arms wide but it was in vain: few feathers amid my fingers was my gain. A mark I found where no one should see. I blushed, half in panic and half in pure glee, Did he missed or did he hit the right target? Oh, may he attack me again with no regret, This time I will clasp my hands together And I will catch more than one feather: Oh, love, we will craft together a new doss, I want your victory, I delight with my loss, But there is a secret I will quickly share: I captured you with my first morning stare.