A walk in the woods, he holds my hand
I crave his touch, my lover man
He whispers things that drive me wild
I feel like I would have his child
His rugged self sleeps next to me
I sleep well, sleep peacefully
The feel of him I love the most
Skin to skin, warm as toast
Sweet dreams I have when he is near
I sleep well, without fear
Before the dawn of each new day
Quietly he slips away
I awake and he’s not there
He’s nearby and I know where
He isn’t gone, I see him smile
He just got up for a little while
Oh sun, just set on me tonight
In my lover’s arms and I’ll be all right.
The Reluctant Poet 