Her Lover

Moving quietly so not to wake her, My lover half covered sighs like a purr, We have had our pleasure And now it's time for me to leave. But the sight and smell causes me A moment's thrill as I remember our first kiss. But I must leave, no time to dwell, Thoughts of what could be, Bow down to what life must be. Without her my life is grey, At home my other life awaits, Here I am a lover, At home I am needed - but as a wife and mother.