Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Every night.

The cool sheets press up against my body.
You turn, facing me.
The warmth of your heart melts the honey in your eyes, putting me at ease as you gaze into mine.
You pull me closer; my head nuzzled under your scruffy chin.
There I lay, intoxicated by the scent that lingers on your skin.

You whisper "I love you" into my ear before placing a kiss atop my head.
Our legs are gnarled branches, intertwining with one another.
The side of my face is pressed up against your chest.
The beat of your heart is my favorite lullaby.

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