Idle Comfort

Daydreaming lazily...
Idly caressing your skin
Soft, slumberous kisses
As we drift along the fringes of sleep. 
Your rumbling voice talking quietly 
And the softness of your chest hair tickling my cheek
Threading my fingers through
Yours...
Feeling the capable strength of your hands...
Yet knowing how gently you handle my fragile soul..
A quiet pride for the 
Amazing man that you are lingers in my mind.
Smiling gently up at you
As your words drift off to nothing...
Cuddling my sleeping angel closer. 

My own heaven on Earth. 

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