If I should craft some lullabies for you

If I should craft some lullabies for you,  
there’d be one marked to rhythm out  
the tender sways I’d dance in you  
when you I’d safely cradled in my arms  
in rocking chair or bed.  
 
Another one to warm away the  biting cold  
that frosted gusts from off  
the bay have shivered into you  
as  I am drawing you within a favorite blanket’s fold  
 
And one that I would say  
when I  have lit against midwinter’s  
deepening night some candles flames  
and set the tapers at the water's edge of a teeming tub  
that for you I’ve drawn up and called you to    
to bathe you, glide my hands against your limbs  
to see you, watch you,  glistening,  
in all the hushing warmth,  
and golden light they gild you in.  
 
A fourth would be a special one  
I’d have to hand to shush your fears away  
if ever you should wake all  whimpering  
into the silent smallest hours of night  
a frightened,  harrowed helpless by  
some ugly hateful dream.  
 
And yet another I would say, when I’d sit down with you  
to  brush your hair with stroke on loving stroke,  
 
And finally, there’d be the one to guide  
the silent circlings of my hands around your breasts,  
and then, in smaller circles still  
along, and then between, your thighs,  
when spooning, pressed against your back,  
I reach intent to wrest you into rest  
to sate you, drowse you with  
contentings and contentments aimed  
to sigh you off to sleep.