On Cold Nights (2)

This is the same poem I posted two days ago.  I am using it here for a dVerse request to mark up a poem so as to define the beats.  The heavy stresses are in bold. A caesura (a pause that's part of the rhythm) is indicated by square brackets around a space.

On Cold Nights

Although I have no husband now,

there are those that warm my bed.

One caresses my feet. [ ] My toes curl 

and stretch in ecstatic response. 

Another has my back. [ ] I snuggle in,

feeling comforted, safe.

A third is hot in my embrace

for hours, [ ] night after night.

There's a lad who sneaks in late. [ ] I wake to  see

his black-haired, handsome head [ ] lying beside mine.

My favourite, though, is grey-haired like me, [ ]

female like me. [ ] When I stroke her shapely flank,

she purrs. [ ] So does the black cat by my pillow ...
while the hot water bottles nestle quietly.