Still Her Head On My Chest
Still her head on my chest,
Snoring sound,
ghrrr... ghrrr... ghrr...;
whispers in dream,
"You are meant for me";
Lays her leg,
between both my legs;
Then she says,
"You don't give enough space in bed";
She kicks my bum,
With her knees,
So feel comfort in her sleep;
sometimes when I am awake,
find myself on the carpet;
She seldom gives,
Enough space in bed;
Gestures how free she feels,
When she is with me;
She rules in the bed;
Oneness she feels,
When cohers me tight;
I am so immuned,
to her fishy sweat,
Now hurts me no more;
Her hand over my body,
Makes her spirit,
Travel through my heart;
Spurs up me for rest of day;
I feel soothing warmth;
I feel so blessed,
When she says,
"I am her man";
Smile glows my cheek;
© Sadashivan Nair
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