Sweet Goodnight

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