I could watch her for hours

Bare chested, as she lay close

her breasts heaved, brushing my cheek

Rubbing against the bristly beard

Shaved a couple of days ago

I have spent hours 

Cuddled to her, 

resting on her bosom

Hearing her speak, feeling it vibrate

As the air, 

fills her chest, 

It would gently hum, 

Like a flute

At times a harmonica , 

warm and fuzzy

And in between her heart 

Lending the drum, 

My longing for her, though this close

Wanting her more,

As if to merge

Into my own body

Share it, 

To be the other soul

And now more so

Than I have ever

As I have always craved

Even past the thousandth kisses

I find me, longing for her

Forever more