Love

So as much as I used to cherish my Mondays and Wednesdays, because I owned them, I no longer get the pleasure they once afforded me. I am now so much more engaged in what I get every other night of the week. A warm and heavy hand that works hard six days a week, resting on my ribs and belly as I drift off to sleep and while he may snore a slight bit in my ear, I’m anchored. That breath on my neck and in my ear, and that warm body with strong legs cradling mine. That man who steals the covers every night. I was exhausted last night and couldn’t wait to sleep. Then we went to bed, and I couldn’t catch a Z. I laid there for a good half hour, soaking up the bliss of being so close to someone, while I never would have imagined I could love like this.


And I do. He’s it. 100%. I’m lucky 