Laying lightly on her side, your warm breath wavers on the back of her neck
"I love it,"
You whisper gently
"You love what?"
She replies so softly that it is almost inaudible
"This,"
You say as you tenderly stroke the upper side of her quiescent body
"It's so beautiful,
Every part of it"
The hairs on the back of her neck gracefully stand up straight
Sending an enticing chill that dances over every inch of her warm flesh
Your calloused hand slowly glides up and down
Again and again
Stressing the smoothness of her skin
The skin on your hands is rough and scratchy
Acting almost as an inconsistency to the silky surface of her own skin
But it feels so right
Like they are designed to be there, one cradling the other
Gently laying in each other's presence

You caress the side of her frame one last time
Slower than before
Like one would along the edge of an old keepsake that holds so much unspeakable, poignant value to it
You then wrap your strong arms around her
Acting as a pad lock around her ribcage, protecting something that you never want to lose
You pull her in closer and paint her neck and then her shoulders with tender kisses
You lay there, holding her tightly, peacefully entangled in her warmth and the sweet scent of her skin
Until she falls asleep in your arms
And the sound of her breathing is a soothing melody that you fall asleep to
As you drift in and out of sleep you dream of all the words and phrases and "I love you's" you yearn to say to her
Day after day after day
And year after year after year
For as long as you both shall live