Flushed and warm.
The kind of breathless you get when a
   butterfly from your belly flutters
      onto your heart.

And then it starts -
A little squeeze on your heart,
   a bigger tug on your smile.
The sprinkles in your laughter harmonize
   with the beat of his heart.

He breathes through your whispers
   which creak the bed though you try
      not to wake him.
But he smiles anyway -
   you can hear it through the dark.