A cool sheet lies beneath us,
A cooler blanket on top.
With a soft, dim blue light,
See you I cannot.

Silence floats though the air
Like strolling dust particles.
Nighttime is more fair
With removed fabric-articles.

The temperature is uneven,
Cloth and skin beside me.
Slow is your breathing,
Which warms the heart inside me.

I pull you closer to me,
My soft ******* against your bare back.
The exhausted rhythm of your own chest
Is unusually messed, but not attacked.

Feeling selfish and somewhat confident,
My hand ventures underneath your shirt.
From you to me, consent is prominent
And I know by this you'd not be hurt.

Your small belly is warm and comforting,
In the same way you think I am.
You like my stuttering and ****** coloring,
And it's all brought on by your hand.

I recall a night we shared together,
Our first night at that,
When your fingers grazed across my cheeks
And I played copycat.

My face heated in remembering you.
Even as you are still with me,
The tame memory still plays through.
It's with you I want to always be.

A strike of electricity lit up my spine
As you turned to me, making me alert.
Your eyes are open, our hands intertwined,
You had grabbed my hand from underneath your shirt.

"Morning, my love," you spoke,
As your hand my fingers stroked.
I replied,"It's turning to one in the morning."
You smiled a smile so warming, so charming.

You placed your forehead against mine.
God, I'm so glad were alive.
Some lines I want to recite,
But a thriving sight returns tonight.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"*****, you ******* wish."