Her rested head imparts love upon us. <br />For me, it's the smell of her just washed hair <br />For her, who is the rhythm of my heart, <br />It is its beat: <br />Because my heart knows when <br />Its Heart is near, like metal detectors <br />Set to discover gold, it grows to be <br />Audible, and she, loving this, becomes warm <br />And her warmth sends sweet perfume by her hair, <br />Which teases and pleases me, so she's held close <br />And I'm held close, as we lay in love's flow<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rhythm-of-my-heart/
