There is simplicity in the smooth slip of cotton along the length of my leg,
My palm rubbing the fur of my country squire belly,
The buttery smell of burning ceder.
It is night,
That perfect moment,
Wakening ends and sleeping begins,
Naked, and loving the touch of my shoulder,
My curved muscle.
The wet between my legs as I stretch top to bottom,
My cat purring swishy tailed,
In the crock of my knees,
My deflated down pillow cradling my head,
And I want this minute,
And I want sleep,
And I want the salty smell of you,