To Sleep

There is nothing else to do but
sleep a
bruised night away.
This is a timeless day and she
pets her dreams on her lap.

The soft, silky fur of a tongue
rasped along her inner thigh,
she'll sigh, close the shutters
and be sublime behind lids.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-03-10 at 12:20

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Brian Oarr
Whew! This poem is so sensual ... you really know how to get our attention, elle. I especially like the line "pets her dreams on her lap". I wish I were connected to that tongue. :-)