Lying in bed on a Sunday afternoon
Eyes are closed
The pillow being detained by my hair
My hand wanders around the bed
Finding another
Feeling the roughness of your skin
From picking roses from a thorny bush
The thought of you getting hurt; to make me feel better
Is better than any dragon slaying prince
My fingers hike up your arm
Leaving a trail
Giving the bicep a gentle squeeze
Just like how you love to hug me out of nowhere
Or squeeze me until I can't breathe
Opening my eyes
Feeling like a champion
Not only did I win at waking up first
But sleeping next to the best person
The person who used to wear a Superman T-shirt
But now it's draping over my body
Hiding all my curves
As I lean in closer,
Smelling the cologne left on your neck
Next to the shoulders that I had cried on
You never judged, even if my face melts off
You said that I would make a pretty clown
And then I'd proceed to slap your arm
Your body jolts as you feel my breath on your neck
A sweet spot,
That I found the last time
When you forgave me for eating your sandwich
Wrapping your other arm around
Pulling me in closer
Whispering in my ear
"Princess, I was already up an hour ago making breakfast."
- Ky-Viet Dang 07.28.2015
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