00:16 | morning after

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00:16 | morning after

i want to wake up in your arms,
you breathing lightly on the back of
my neck, still asleep.
feel your bare & warm
hot chocolate chest on my back.
(god i wish hot chocolate didn't make me sick)

i can tell that you've woken up
because of the pattern of your breath on my neck.
you put your head closer to mine,
smelling my hair (i love it when you do that).
i think you think that i'm asleep,
i can feel you smile behind my ear.

your hands slowly move up from my waist,
you trying not to wake me, i think.
your fingers on my skin, you feel me
& your arms envelope me in the middle of my chest.
you move your head around a little bit
and then you kiss the back of my head.

i chuckle a little bit and feel you smile again,
you move one of your hands up to my head
and start playing with my hair
(you know every way how to make me feel good).
"good morning," you whisper, somewhat lethargic.
i turn around to face you, tired & smiling.

you kiss my forehead and (of course) i blush.
we're under your big grey blanket,
you in your tight green boxers and me in my calvins.
"good morning," i say back, grinning with my eyes closed.
your right hand has moved to the side of my face,
you peck my lips and then put your forehead against mine.

"i love you," you say, biting your lip.
my cheeks are a fiery inferno
(i love how you do this to me).
"i love you too," i say back.
you blush too, something you don't do that often.
i never want to leave your arms.

- kyle

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