I spent a good hour last night lost in your love.
You were snoring, you were lost in your own dreams.
You had your arm wrapped around me tightly, and your head rested in the crook of my neck.
Every breath you took sent shivers down my spine.
I thought about how uncomfortable I was, laying crooked in your arms, and simultaneously how I’ve never been more comfortable, laying crooked in your arms.
I got the strongest urge to wake you up, to make love to you.
I thought about how I had never made love, not really.
I wanted to show you that you had my all, my everything.
But you were so peaceful, I just laid there, lost in your love.