My Lover

In a dark room on your warm bed
I lay awake. Staring at your beauty.
I smile to myself
Remembering your desire.
It has worn you out hasn’t it my Dear one?

Sweat clings to your brow
And juices cling to your folds.
You curves and hair
Silky with moisture.
It has been a long
Beautiful night.

Exhaustion creeps into my muscles.
You are no easy lay my Dear.
Maybe I will tell you to be proud of the fact in the morning.
But for tonight
I will lay beside you.
Enjoy the soft feel you your curves under my hands.
And perhaps tonight
I won’t dream of monsters and bloody knives.