Pillow Talk

The day is almost done,
The sun has almost set.
Place your head 'pon the pillow
And rest your weary head.

Let the days cares,
Fade with the golden light.
As your eyes close
At the approach of night.

Like a lover's touch,
He cools your skin.
To ease the pain
You've held within.

He kisses your brow
To which you smile,
As he whispers to you,
Tonight, you're mine.

He holds you close
And says, sweet dreams.
For tomorrow again,
You must begin.