If you were in my bed,
I’d whisper “Honey, are you awake?”
With a slight little squeeze
Just enough to seize
You from slumber to hear
My thoughts on days ahead.
If you were in my bed,
I’d slide my arm inside your embrace
Gently hold your body
Put my face near your face
In hopes of waking my sleepyhead.
If you were in my bed,
I might not ever sleep
For the joy of watching you deep in peace
with sugar plums and a banquet feast
and maybe also a redhead.