Still Her Head On My Chest

Still her head on my chest, Snoring sound, ghrrr... ghrrr... ghrr...; whispers in dream, "You are meant for me"; Lays her leg, between both my legs; Then she says, "You don't give enough space in bed"; She kicks my bum, With her knees, So feel comfort in her sleep; sometimes when I am awake, find myself on the carpet; She seldom gives, Enough space in bed; Gestures how free she feels, When she is with me; She rules in the bed; Oneness she feels, When cohers me tight; I am so immuned, to her fishy sweat, Now hurts me no more; Her hand over my body, Makes her spirit, Travel through my heart; Spurs up me for rest of day; I feel soothing warmth; I feel so blessed, When she says, "I am her man"; Smile glows my cheek; © Sadashivan Nair