I look at you, sleeping. You look so much at peace, as if you haven't a care in the world. Day to day stress forgotten in your slumber, you wear the look of an innocent little boy.
I reach out to caress your cheek, feeling the soft tanned flesh. I run my fingers through your jet-black hair, silky against my skin. I kiss you softly on the lips. Still you sleep.
I lay beside you, your arm pulling me close. I can smell you, you fill my senses making my body tingle...it is always like this when I am near you. Even as you sleep. I turn toward you, burying my face deep in your chest and inhale...that smell.
I caress you, my hands searching all over your body, feeling complete only when I touch you. You stir, ever so slightly, enough to slide your hands down my sides. I kiss you again, slowly sliding down your body...kissing you lightly over and over.
Kissing you lower and lower, sliding my fingertips beneath your waistband. You stir once more, your fingers running through my hair. I kiss lower, my fingers slowly removing the clothing in my way. I lick my lips and pause a moment, glancing back at you, and still you sleep. I will never in my life forget how at peace you look right now...the strain that seemed permanently etched upon your face gone for the first time. I feel my heart swell, and for the first time I realize how deeply I feel for you.
