You sleep sound
as I
in silence
trance your countenance
with gentle fingertips...

from the gentle *****
of upturned chin
or' soft plumped lips
that earlier bore the taint
of rouge and mine own kiss...

turning my hand to tenderly
back-stroke they cheek
moisturised and cleaned of my heated touch...

up towards now shuttered eyes
in semi permanent state of rest
as before fluttered and batted so
as to place butterfly kisses upon my aching skin...

finally the ears so unadorned by trinkets
yet still bearing a trace of me
my scent left my nuzzling mouth
nibbling gently upon it's perfect lobe...

as you sleep sound
I in silence trace your countenance
with sleepy eyes
mirroring my smile as once more
I brush back your hair and kiss your neck...

sweet dreams my love

and may my love
bring you

sweet dreams.