Two o'clock in the morning, <br />he's snoring like a buzz saw, <br />while my mind is full of the day <br />again. <br /> <br />gotta get some sleep <br /> <br />it's just out of reach, <br />beyond those thoughts <br />there <br /> <br />I can almost feel it, <br />almost taste it <br /> <br />no, slipping away again <br /> <br />funny, you get so close <br /> <br />damn brain <br />can't turn it off <br /> <br />it's late, <br />have to close my eyes, <br />much to do tomorrow. <br /> <br />think of love... <br />comforting, warm and fuzzy, <br />mmm... sensuous, too, <br /> <br />like making love <br />in the morning <br />hell, like making love at night, <br />at noon, <br /> <br />damn, <br />any time <br /> <br />the way he feels, deep inside, <br />that hard slow pace, <br />then the faster... <br /> <br />oh man, <br />how about when he just stops? <br />how that makes... <br /> <br />stop it! <br />enough already <br />gotta get some sleep! <br /> <br />then again, <br />I could just roll over <br />and wake him up... <br />I know just what to do.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-during-an-unsleep-adult/
