Sleep Calls

He crept up on me and like a lover
he called me to nest
I stared on harder
determined that he would not have his way
no! not this time
like the master he is
he beckoned and reluctantly
I followed to the softness
that is my bed
slowly, slowly, and ever so slowly
he peeled of each layer of my resistance
I heaved a sigh of resignation?
Encouraged he grasped me
and like a suckling child
at the mother's breast
I yielded to his charms
and gratefully followed
to rest in the arms of Morpheus