Little Spoon
It was another dream of her..
In my dream, I snuggle in close, She is my small spoon, Her back resting softly against my chest, I feel her every breath, her contented sigh. I slip my arm around her, And she draws it closer still, Nestling into the hollow of my body, As though she were born to rest there. Outside, the night is chilly, Our warmth makes even the cold envious, Her curves nestled softly against mine, Delicate and cloud-soft. The way her bo...