Those delicate features whisper goodnight
As feathered pillows welcome her to sleep
To close her eyes and enter vibrant dreams
Where love gives the heart no reason to weep.
On her soft pillows the thoughts drift away,
Restoring rest yet so much more than this,
For dreams come alive with each rhythmic breath
To waken the soul with the tenderest kiss.
In her dreams fingers trace her curvy lip,
And as they quiver with her passion’s need,
They slowly open to exploits of love
An act of possession for lust must feed.
Oh sweet my love as I watch you sleeping,
I see those lips curve in wilful delight,
I wonder on the visions you may see,
And hold you near me long into the night.
Form: Sicilian Quatrains
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer