She is tired .

There she lay in her soft couch
With a hagard but an angelic face
Down with fatigue that makes her glow
Lulled her eyes with a sweet slumber.

Her lips open slightly to form a pout
Her loose tied hair strands around
Her heavy breast heaves up and down
In a slow rhytmn with the ticking sound.

Such a lovely sight for my eyes to behold
I yearn to sit near and held her close
To pluck a kiss softly in the pink mound
To wake her up, To make her love
To smother, devour and mark her mine.
And then to again lull her
Back to her dreamyland .

But I stay still.
Scolding my sinful feel.

I kissed my sunshine's bundle
Cradled in my arms
And then looked back
At the sleeping princess.

My love , my wife,
The mother of my child.
She enjoys her sleep at bliss
Unaware of the turmoil
Her sleeping beauty caused within me
She goes on and on to lessen her fatigue
Of gifting me my newborn baby.

(With heartful love and thanks to my wife on the birth of our first child.)