Ode to my Betterhalf!
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...
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...