When Quiet
I reached while she was fast asleep
To hold her close, her heart to keep
To lay with her, not make a peep
Comfort in her arms
I rest my head upon her breast
Each breath I count upon her chest
Here is the place to always rest
Victim to her charms
Her arms were made just for me
Her eyes, to look, I always see
Her lips, served warm, are tasty
Her body, my playground
Her skin so soft, warm to touch
The nape, the curves, I love so much
The body, heaven’s gift as such
Shh! She makes a sound.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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