Sleeping Angel

I outline your aura with my fingertips, I watch your chest heave as you breathe; In awe, I lay beside you as you dream, there is no place else I'd rather be. You reach out and gently squeeze my hand, Your lips softly whisper out my name; I cradle you warmly in my arms, as your passion feeds my flame. The smell of your fragrance swells my nostrils, I inhale it to my very core; And though I must leave for now, My heart will always crave for more. Carl A Fraser