Watching you sleep in front of me,
I resume, biting my lips,
Having all the dirty thoughts at once and,
Expecting a fire-back on me with the same intensity…

I start running my fingers through my hair,
Moving them down, my neckline… Just to see, if you may open your eyes and look?
I pause,
I stare at you, putting a strand back and,
Find you snoring…

Still, the regret is less than a loss,
It’s not about my carnal spirit but,
More of having to spend the time with you,
More of relishing the tranquility,
More of waiting for you to wake up,
Oh so, it seems like a lifetime already…
Exultantly congenial!