He loves to watch her sleep. <br />Likes to hear her breathe in <br />And out; see her breasts rise <br />And fall like sleeping giants. <br /> <br />He likes how she exudes a <br />Sense of peacefulness as if <br />Angels touched her brow and <br />Breathed a deeper love somehow. <br /> <br />He loves how her red lips move <br />In silent conversation, how now <br />And then her tongue brushes her <br />Lower lip with moisture of saliva. <br /> <br />Should he wake her from deep sleep? <br />Ought he to kiss her lips and bring <br />Her from sleep’s warm hold? Should <br />He touch her limbs with lust to life? <br /> <br />No, no, don’t wake her from her sleep, <br />Too dangerous; for although he is her <br />Lover, she’s his busy boss’s pretty wife.<br /><br />Terry Collett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watching-her-sleep/
