Habib Baby
snuggling in the starry-light sunroom
we silently engulfed ourselves in lovers trance
passion was thick in the air
as we nuzzled the aroma de la paix
with your head so nicely in my lap
I tenderly stroked your forehead
brushing back you silken hair
You were sick, and I your loving tender
set forth to stroke your foxy locks to health
and as you lay listening to my heartbeat
I watched intently, keen on protecting
you, mon amour,
into infitinity