From Roof to Bed
Once while in bed in slumber,
Peaceful and past encumber,
I woke to a rude invite,
To sounds of the rain at night.
I turned away, in half wake,
From a dream now half opaque,
Listening to the strident sound,
Raging echoes on the ground.
The air heavy, moist and full
Smelt to me, of wet lambs wool.
But I ignored this rank bore
Closed my eyes in sleep once more.
Rain had leaked from roof to bed
And wet warmed, my woolen spread.
And though I lay in candor arms,
My sleep had not lost its charms.
When the sun did finally show,
I was smiling, wet head to toe.
For sleeping woolen wet it seems,
Stimulates the sexiest dreams.