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.