A Thief in the Night

by

Phil Pochurek

It's three o'clock in the morning
And your wide awake .
She's sleeping right next to you
You can feel her heat .
She dreams in Braille
So you can read her thoughts .
In the dark , with your fingertips ,
As you begin to plot , your desires .
Blinded by testosterone eyes
You reach for her ,
Then you think not
As she gently sighs ,
And slowly turns away.
Stealing from you
Your fire, your lust ,
Slowly ever slowly
Taking back her trust,
Then drifting back to her sleep .
Like A theif in the night
With your soul to keep,
Out of your grasp
Out of your reach .
In a sea of sheets
She's lost,in her dream's of you .

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