He caresses my cheek softly with his lips
His hands are tracing my hips
He leans closer to bask in my scent
His body is close, my head is bent
He kisses my forehead ever so soft
His bed is roughly the size of this loft
He holds me tight
His mouth whispers "good- night"
He hugs me like in a move scene
He's my King and I'm His Queen

I want to go to bed
But things race into my head
While the dog sleeping next to me sleeps like the dead

Help.

Why am I still up?
The sun has not yet aroused
The morning dew still lays upon the ground
The crisp cool air still innocent of the days trifle
And life has yet to stifle
As I look around this morn
I cannot help but feel a scorn
For the sun gets to greet the day with warmth that I can never have
But that warmth makes me very glad
Still I wonder about my luck
And ask again
Why am I up?