It’s late
you toss your little body
over mine
in bed
back and forth
arching your back
wimpering
writhing like a towel
you are wringing out.
I had a bar of chocolate tonight
indulging
deserving
forgetting
you still drink
me.
Little sugar legs
I’m sorry
my body begs for the heaviness
of sleep
but we must both be patient
there is a fire in you
and we wait now
while it slowly burns
itself out.