His skin is soft,
his breath is warm against my neck,
His warm kisses all over,
The smell of his shampoo,
the soft feeling of a blanket covering us,
the soft talk,
the sleepy talk,
sleepiness washing over us,
I can hear his breathing,
his heartbeat,
I love sleepy days,
watching movies with him,
I love just laying with him on my bed,
I love how he sleeps so softly on my chest,
I didnt know other men could be so vulnerable like this,
so soft,
I love it,
I love how he looks when I sleep on his chest,
I love to see deep slow breathes leave his lips,
his chest slowly rising and falling,
I love cuddling with him on my couch,
lounging around my house,
arguing like we are a old couple,
I love the simple things,
because they are perfect,
boring,
safe,
normal,
everything my life usually isn't,
my life feels like i can be normally happy with him,
its so heart throbbing to think of,
sleepy days are the best days.
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