sweet memory
posted September 25, 2005 at 11:57 am
I head straight for the bed, he follows right behind, sliding in and pulling me up against him beneath the sheets, spooning my body tightly to his, lacing his fingers with mine. He nuzzles the back of my neck, kissing me where he knows I love to be kissed, and I fall asleep tucked safely in his arms until morning shines through the windows...something I've never been able to allow myself to do with him before now.
Every now and then, I like to remind myself that I do have a heart - it's just a little harder to touch than most.
Comments
That's lovely writing. Sounds like a good night.
That is beautiful, honest, open, and sweet...such a rare thing to read in blog world. Keep up the good work.