Bedfellows
Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 6:30 am
She stole into my bed again
slipping so easily between the covers
and i steeled myself against her
touching me,
but this time there were no harsh
words shouting in the silence,
no accusations, no demands of
keeping me awake in her
fretfulness.
Many times I tried to escape her
persuasive song as she tempted
and teased my inner-self before
deserting me.
She came quiet and gently in
caress of my soul until yet again
I could not resist her beautiful
longing.
Feeling her sensuous breath on my
naked skin so soothing so smooth
I relished the comfort it brought
as she cradled me in her lovely
lullaby arms.
This time she would stay all night
and share the pillow that had so
often been damp with spilled tears
of rejection.
She took me, she owned me
without resistance I was hers,
tonight sleep would be kind
and stay.
Stella Armour 14-01 -2017
Picture courtesy of Josephine Wall Art