Night Magic

3 am I crawl out of bed,
Once again you left the lights on,
The music still playing,
Everything is in a mess.
I want to get angry,
But one look at your face and damn!
Your sleeping soul is epic.

I smile as I brush through your hair,
So warm like air,
It's a charm I really can't explain,
Your soft breathes like a lullaby,
Staring at the rhythmic movement of your chest,
Your abs clearly distinguished,
And the arm below your neck,
Strains just enough to reveal the incredible biceps.
Such a site to see.

I'm literally begging subconsciously,
For you to wake up and give me a portion of yourself,
To give me a touch of your fragrance,
To let you breath on and in me.
I'm hoping that your eyes remain closed though,
So I can peel your skin off,
See beneath your handsome.
I'm hoping your breathing stops for a moment,
That the soft breathes slowly turn into soft moans,
Then into heavy gasps for air,
I'm hoping the relaxed limbs break into an unexpected fit,
Ground shaking,
I'm hoping you give it all out.

And as much as I don't want to do this,
I place my head on your chest,
My equally warm thigh on your upper leg,
Praying that morning never comes by,
So I'd be forever in this place,
Where my heart loses its beat into yours,
And our bodies become one.
Together.

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