warm honey ▸ poetry

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I knew I was in love when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw your sleeping face purely peaceful on the pillow next to mine.
Soft snores slipping past your parted lips,
your left arm loosely thrown over my hip,
your long legs tangled in with my short ones.
I knew I was in love when I woke up in the middle of the night
under a blanket, just one blanket
in nothing but your t-shirt from the day before
but that was enough.
And when you woke up the next morning bright and early,
stretched rolled over and planted your lips on mine two three or four times,
I knew you were in love too.

- I like this. I like waking up to you and I like kissing you being the first thing I do.