The arms

I woke in the arms of my lover,
Wrapped gently around my breast.
I laid as in fields of clover,
And smiled and took in the rest.
My love lay sweetly in slumber,
Heart beating within her chest,
I woke In the arms of my lover,
And knew I had the best.

To feel the arms of my lover,
The linger of her caress,
To touch the beauty she processes,
To share her soul I'm blessed.
She stirs and my heart flutters,
As soon I'll know her kiss,
To have the arms of my lover,
Is to live in udder bliss.  


- Trish 2010