Mindreader

I hear him

Slowly tip-toeing

Into the room

I think he thinks

I must be asleep

Please come here to me

Can he hear my thoughts?

Mmmm…I can smell him

Creeping nearer

I wonder

If he sees my smile

Stretching wider

With each creak of the floorboards

In the quickly fading light?

Kiss me baby

I know he can read my mind

Warm soft lips

Are the only answer

I’ll ever need

But he whispers, “Yes” anyway

Before he kisses my tired away