More than just a pile of it

There’s nothing better than to fall
Asleep with someone, and to then
Wake up beside her, golden sun
Glossing thick curls, pouty lips
In the relaxed part that comes with
Sleep, my mind is easy, my
Conscience is clear, and I’m held
Aloft by this love we share, and
If the extra sleeping pills I slipped
You hold out just a little longer,
That pouty mouth of yours is
Gonna become my potty right quick.