the Rhythm
You lay on the bed,
Put your hands behind your head,
And close your eyes.
Your breath is deep,
Steady and relaxed.
I am wearing a white satin robe,
With nothing but white lace panties.
I stand at the foot of your bed,
Seeing you look so tranquil,
And at ease with the world.
Do I leave you to sleep?
Or slip quietly between the sheets,
And lay down beside you?
I undo my robe,
And allow it to fall.
I climb on the bed,
And crawl to where you lay
I take a pillow next to yours,
Lay on my side and watch you sleep.
Your chest rising,
and falling,
With the rhythm of life.
Tammy lee Rose
