He likes to be behind me, <br />Holding loosely to my upper breast, <br />I always sleep with right side down, <br />His other hand requires extra warmth <br />Well, so he said, and it is in my vee, <br />At times I feel his pulse, or is it mine? <br />He likes me nude just to be close, <br />Avoid those artificial 'rags' he says, <br />And so we stay all night, so tight <br />Until the hour before dawn, it's when <br />The night is at its darkest and I come; <br />Back from a god-created sleep, <br />And spent, a shudder titillates <br />A sailor's calloused hands and me.<br /><br />Sarah Everson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sailor-s-hands-and-me/
