The way he touches me

A warm hand moves slowly over the curve of my hip.


I'm in that sleepy place between dreaming and being awake.


He leans close and nuzzles the back of my neck, breathing in the scent of my hair, pulling me close to his body. The heat of his chest pressed against my cool back.


Arching, sighing, legs entwined.


I can't think of a more beautiful way to wake up.