My request is this:
To have her cradled into my chest
An arm beneath her body
And the other wrapped around it
Bare arms touching and sharing warmth
A hand resting on hers
Or on her chest
To have my nose against her neck
To breathe in her.
The very scent and existence of her.
Her eyes closed and heart beating slowly
Her hair lying atop my own
Blonde strands catching the sunset
My lips against her ear
Whispering low to make her feel at home
And to grip her tighter
To never, for nothing, let go.
To have her to hold in amber light
With honey-dripping eyes
Her body fitting into mine
Like a book unto a shelf
To make small noises as if to say,
"I'm here."
"I'm yours."
"Hold me tighter."
Staying still, so quietly still
And never craving anything else
My request is this:
Her.
