Her eyes dwindle,

over lashes that flutter.

Her head finds his arm,

only soft sounds she mutters.

Hair strays across her face,

as her hot breath,

begins to tickle his arm.

The street lights dare to dim,

as the light reflects her lace.

Only to watch the shadows,

dance across her face.

As she sleeps, unknowingly,

his heart is at her whim.

He doesn't want to wake her,

incase she is dreaming about him.