Two o'clock in the morning,
he's snoring like a buzz saw,
while my mind is full of the day
again.
gotta get some sleep
it's just out of reach,
beyond those thoughts
there
I can almost feel it,
almost taste it
no, slipping away again
funny, you get so close
damn brain
can't turn it off
it's late,
have to close my eyes,
much to do tomorrow.
think of love...
comforting, warm and fuzzy,
mmm... sensuous, too,
like making love
in the morning
hell, like making love at night,
at noon,
damn,
any time
the way he feels, deep inside,
that hard slow pace,
then the faster...
oh man,
how about when he just stops?
how that makes...
stop it!
enough already
gotta get some sleep!
then again,
I could just roll over
and wake him up...
I know just what to do.
C.J. Heck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-during-an-unsleep-adult/