I’m in bed with you.
Again. Because we always end up in bed.
It doesn’t matter if we argue or feign indifference, we always find our way out of our clothes and against each other’s skin.
I’m going to drift off to sleep in a few minutes but I wanted to capture this moment. You’re asleep, freshly fucked until my legs burned with quit but I refused. I never tap out first.
I wanted to save this moment in my mind at how beautiful you are and what I would give to be lying next to you, just like this in 30 years thinking these same thoughts. Hips worse for wear. Legs would be burned out long before I’d want them to, but you still there next to me to watch sleep afterwards.
So goodnight, gorgeous. I hope your legs are as sore as mine will be in the morning, and I hope you never leave my bed.