Poem Title

Bedtime Stories


 In the early hours of the morn,


   Day stars fade as dreams are born.

    Resting on my pillowed bed,

     Ensuring thought of a sleeping head.

      A wisp of hair across your face,

       Moving breasts, the sheets do grace.


         On your finger I observe a ring,

          Feeling your hand my heart does sing.


            Turning around you look and smile,

             Holding each others gaze awhile.

              Everlasting life will pleasurably be,

               Espoused to the woman Jah gives to me.


Pablo – June 1995

    Written by Paul V Jennings