let me slip some poetry
under your pillow
beneath the beauty
of your rest and reprise
soak up the sentiment in
your slumber and care
rest up precious one
i will sing you
sweetie pie lullaby
rest your thighs
for the pleasure that twists
like the threads of a spider
spin your dreams
into webs of lingerie
and a vision of my pleasure
sleeping like an angel
on a cushion of my words