4 March 2013
In our bed, built for two. He's curled around my figure, clasping for more.
Wide awake I pay attention to the situation. The person that holds on tight loves me unconditionally. I stroke his bare back and run my fingers through his soft, healthy hair. His beautiful scent is covering me, everywhere.
I have wrapped us both in the sheets, much like our own haven, starting to perspire I must be overbearing.
Jumping and twitching his sleeps start to cave in. I am left on my own while he sleeps deep within.
12:06AM • Opuss № I