Oh To Be The Eyes …
Oh to be the eyes do glance upon your slumber
With well spoken dreams, a peace we remember,
Oh to know the soft breath is memory of touch,
Where fingertips and lips do caress as much
Oh to glance her way while shifts a comfort zone
Her physicality a draw, only she may own.
Would that my desire be recognized in her dreams
Oh to know sweet grace in rest, is romantic seems.