All She Really Wants

She walks on silent

tip toe to my room


Enters without knocking.

and says nothing as she crawls

in with me beneath the covers.


She is naked and warm

as she lays alongside me.


I embrace her,

arm around her shoulders,

her head nestled in my neck.

One of her naked legs lies

between my own.


Her soft cheek upon my chest

as her hand wraps my  waist.


This is all she wants this night.

Nothing more. Skin to skin

Sharing the same warmth.


I hold her hand in mine

and we simply fall asleep.


by Philip Wardlow 2014