I feel you in the dark
hard against my back
warmth of your breath
pulse on my skin
though you sleep still
your hand tightens on my breast

I feel you in the dark
hard against my back
stirring in your sleep
my breath quickens
needing your touch
I lay wakeful beside you

Pressing against you
hard against my back
I long to rouse you
to wake you to desire
and I wonder
do these thoughts invade your sleep?


© Nancy Anderson 2002