You sleep when I brush teeth and shave
my thoughts betray a rather brave
but timid boy beneath veneer
whose ears betray what he can hear.
I picture you, your little ass
your boobs that have a touch of class
your lips that do not need botox
and that you sleep with football socks.

I could not tell you that I sleep
right next to you, and please do keep
this secret from the world at large
they'd ridicule us, maybe charge
some weird and freakish French gendarmes
to stop as meeting, using arms.
I breathe your scent each lovely night
and fly away just like a kite
when daybreak comes and you arise
I love the crystal of your eyes.
In fact, I am so badly smitten
inside my dreamings of Great Britain.

Herbert Nehrlich

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