A Womens impatience - Faye Young (top 100 books to read TXT) 📗

Once you shut your eyes and close your mouth
You the lover, your breath should seep out,
He'll listen silently, and talk the sweet talk,
Yet stays there forever,
awake and on form.

His breathing is steady with perks here and there,
His eyes flicker gently, a dream to compare,
Yet when he wakes up, suprises arise,
The wonders of looking at stars in his eyes.
A small time later, the boy takes a shower;
You go down stairs and make something for later.

Toast, tea and buscuits,
Tea, jam and bread,
Thats when you realise hes gone back to bed.
A small pang of guilt and a wiltered expression,
as you realise that you probably didnt impress him.

Nag nag moan
Grin bear grown.

But the boy in the bed doesnt move his head.
Or stir his arm, or move a leg,
He's fast asleep in the nicest position
and thats all becase last night you were pissin-
him right of so he tossed and turned
he spoke and learned
that a wack would come for the one to wake her

She was fast asleep, but mouth open wide,
more that a breath seeping right from her side.
A loud groan and sharp intake.
the the aftermath of the thing keping him awake.
The loudest snore and grumble, seeping from her nose,
the noises escaped from the tips of her toes.

Yet he still laid there - not waking his sleeping beauty,
after all she was his cutie.

But the woman doesnt know this,
she takes a big breath,
and after five minutes shouts,

'wake the hell up'

'and tidy up this mess!'

Publication Date: 05-11-2010

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