Days End, Special Friend
She lies beside me as we go to bed
And silently she reaches out for me.
A gentle touch on arm, on neck, and head
And I am lost, a silent ecstasy!
To me it says, “You know it’s you I love!”
I swell inside with warmth, my forearm brushed,
A tingle down my spine from up above
Now this is love! Unspoken whispers hushed.
A minute, two, and then she turns away,
Her arching back inviting me, sublime.
Insistent nudges now as if to say
“Um, I scratched yours, now honey you scratch mine!”
She is my wife, my life, my special gal.
I drift away while sleeping with my pal!
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017