Mrs Frances Pastuch


Serenity
As he turns off the light and we settle down to sleep
I snuggle close resting my head in the crook of his shoulder.
He whispers goodnight and squeezes me tight.
I touch his sweet lips with my fingertips.
He lifts my chin to kiss me tenderly...deeply...familiarly.
I settle back
on his shoulder, throwing my leg casually over his.
He caresses my arm
and a contented smile comes unbidden to my lips.
I feel him breathe; his soft exhalations of air ruffling my hair.
He moves slightly so our bare bodies are touching...completely.
I hear his heart
beating rhythmically in his chest beneath my cradled head.
He emits soft snorts
intermittently as his body begins to embrace sleep.
I listen expectantly,
waiting for the sonorous snores I know will follow.
His deep, peaceful sigh
and the twitch in his arm tells me he is nearing sleep.
I turn over,
away from him, removing the weight of my body from him.
He protectively
enfolds me, caressing my breast as he snuggles against me.
We are as one
with the night; as it touches our skin and skin touches skin
the cool without and the warm within.

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