Late At Night

The real man is late at night When he cuddles with you, pushes your hair out of your face Kisses your forhead How he treats you when you lay togetheris who you love Not the daylight hours man who flirts with every woman Late at night, layig together, pressed close You kiss his eyes and temple You adore your late night guy In the wee hours of morning before the rising sun, he is honest and true. He holds me like a delicate flower not wanting petals to be shorn from the rough winds of autumn breezes. He covers me when I shake and shiver He wraps around me to blanket cold He kisses my ear, rubs my back He holds my face in embrace I adore my late night guy Heather Turner