A good book and a smooth glass of wine.
What's better than that to snuggle in bed with?
How about a beating heart
Beneath layers of flesh,
Heating next to your flushed skin.
Maybe a thoughtless kiss on your temple
As he rolls to the side
And that familiar sound of a motorboat comes forced out through his nose.
A smile creeps across your face,
And that wine is now stale on the nightstand,
That book has long been tossed aside to the floor.
You reach up and turn the lamp off,
Rolling over to meet his back,
And keeping track of his breaths as his back moves up and down.
Sleep is ready to take hold of your eyes,
And your dreams are waiting patiently for you,
As you slide your arms around his taunt abdomen.
You rest against him
With your eyelids closing, you finally slip into something peaceful
Sweet dreams, princess.