Was it the sound of the mosquito that woke me, as I found myself laid beside our boy? I had fallen asleep aside him being mummy that quelled his fear of the tap tapping the branch outside was making on his window.
Slowly I raised myself off his bed so as not to wake him. I could hear you snoring from our bedroom and I found my thoughts drifting to you as I sat myself on the loo. Only on there for a brief relief I hastened to go lay behind you and feel your emanating heat.
Oh the nights that we lay, wrapped up with arms and legs, my lover, you are so precious to me.
Getting myself naked and tucked in, I felt you gently flinch as I got into our bed. Then your realisation of me and a sleepy, “I love you poggle”. Laying so close to you got me excited but out of my head I had to put myself as you were sleeping. You have an awesome effect on me.
I glanced at the clock on the moby and saw that it was about three am. As I put my arm over you, my hand on your chest, I smiled in awe of you. I felt so lucky to be next to you.
With the blue moonlight falling in from the balcony door I could see the silhouette of you. My head close to yours, hearing you breathing with snore. I rubbed my hand on your chest; I always love to feel the mossy hair. Strange as it is but it makes me so happy.
I lost myself in your smell and in your skin as I laid there. You were so warm. Suddenly I was asleep again; the feel of you next to me always relaxes me.
And then this mosquito again …. I wake up and it’s your chest to my back, your breath on my neck, and your leg protecting mine. I had to get up, but I didn't want to wake you. I carefully wiggled out, and looking back at you, I felt a sudden teardrop form. You are so beautiful and you’re mine.
At 4am I am downstairs, have washed up the kitchen and again beaten off ice from the freezer, once again ajar?
I sit here now, it’s almost 6am and I the feelings of love is sound in my heart.
I type this for you because I...