Why can't you be awake when I gather the courage to voice how you make me feel? In the quiet of the night I find the strength as you sleep your arms around me like they have been many times before. I muster the strength to speak the reactions you cause in me yet I don't have the strength to wake you.
Should I wake you to tell you how my skin ignites into flames as your hands graze my body? Would you appreciate knowing that the kisses that follow soothe? Is it important for you to know that your tenderness makes me weak and your passion has me gasping for air?
I could try to explain how your love caresses me better than the expensive sheets we lay on. I could attempt to say how your lips on my neck mean more to me than any jewel you can afford to place there. I wish to convey how your heart beat next to mine captures paradise better than any vacation you could plan. I hope you know that cradled in your arms is where I feel safer and more loved than any where else I have ever been.
Your hands as they move over my body pamper and fulfill me in unfathomable ways. Your eyes as they lock on mine while you whisper to me create desire in me that only you can appease. Your skin on mine is delightful in its pain and healing in the same moment. Your soft touch as you explore leaves me feeling cherished. The sound of your breathing as you lay next to me composes a song unlike any other.
I am remain unmoving in your arms except for the fingers that play in your hair. You mumble as you dream and I know I will never wake you. I will spend the rest of my life showing you what you create in me.
