Sometimes, I pray for the blessing that I don't wake up.
I'd do the same tonight, but the way your arms are wrapped around me and the way your fingertips brush along each bump of my spine makes me want to live a little longer, breathe a little heavier, and spin in the wind that the Earth provides.
Keep your hands there, love.
I'm awake and you don't know it so I'm taking advantage of this moment standing here, laying there in your strength, and loving with my bare chest pressed against yours too.
See you in the morning, my dear.