The carpet squishes between my toes.
Your shirt is smooth against my skin as I pace.
The sheets are in a tangle around your legs,
Your hair is a mess of curls on the pillow.
I stand, facing the window with the coffee in my hands.
The sunlight streams through the greenery & glass,
Illuminating the magic still lingering.
It's a lasting state of disbelief.
I see the reflection of your olive skin,
Feel your lips upon my cheek.
I wonder what it's like to love you.
To wake up every morning bathed in sunshine,
Drenched in the aroma of coffee, roses, us.
To be a pile of skin, smiles, and Egyptian cotton.
To be loved by someone like you.