My Lover’s Chest

by Stacey Cameron

I lay my head upon my lover’s chest,

Musing he exists wild-eyed;

He’s nothing more than a pillow of unrest.

He fancies me most undressed,

Like stripped tulips of springtide,

I lay my head upon my lover’s chest.

His devotion for me is unprofessed,

Like thinly veiled nightside.

He’s nothing more than a pillow of unrest.

His hands graze over my young breasts

Like ripples to the seaside;

I lay my head upon my lover’s chest.

I desire he’d never love me less,

and leave me so dissatisfied.

He’s nothing more than a pillow of unrest.

I pray to be the sun setting in the west

And love him never noontide.

I lay my head upon my lover’s chest,

He’s nothing more than a pillow of unrest.