The morning light came streaming in.
I felt the weight of his arm over my chest locking me in.
I could still feel the trail of soft kisses tracing the nape of my neck.
My mind was occupied by his ink stained skin, His dark complexion and His thick black hair.
While he laid there motionlessly in the depth of his dreams,
I could still feel his fingers lingering over my skin.
In an attempt not to wake him, I rolled over to gaze at a figure so close to a God that I felt over whelmed.
I felt so insecure.
How could a man of such brilliance sleep with a girl like me.
I laid there, staring back at a strong man whom loved me so graciously the night before.
I breathed in and savoured every second,
Trying my best to create a never ending moment.
A moment that would last ever.
Because I feared that I might never get to see this perfect still life picture again.