It’s the highest compliment I can pay

That I don’t notice the passing day

As we lay here snuggled, we two

This is all I want:

To waste time with you

Don’t want to chat

Tell tales, little white lies

Just mumbles, relaxing sighs

Your body and arms around me

My hands on your breasts and thighs

We’d be beyond sex and cries

And searching in each others eyes

There would just be the languid pleasure

Of lovers who have been together

Happy for this moment beside.

CALDER WOLFE