Waking Up

The best thing about waking up with you, is the smell of your sweet scent that lightly floats in front of me.
It’s the calmness of our breaths synced together.
The way the sun's rays catches the blinds in certain angles, and how your lashes disseminate the morning light. The way you shy away when I put my nose against yours and our foreheads touch; the bridge aligning and two universe meeting.

You know that moment when you bring yourself closer for that kiss? It’s that soft touch, its gentleness. It’s you, pulling me in and me, playfully refusing, turning my back towards you. But it is when you bring me even closer, embracing me full-bodily.

My body fit against yours, your arm(s) wrapped around me, and your muted pastel kisses against my head.
Your body heat radiates, like the comforting sand on a warm beach day, promising eternity.
Our bare skin and its proximity. The limit is infinite. And our souls stripped cleans, submerged within each other’s.