He's so wholly gorgeous in his exhausted sleep on our bed that I'm dying to tell someone. It almost begs to be photographed, with the play of light on his skin and muscles in his shoulders. I don't because I don't want to risk accidentally waking him.
I lay next to him, and just simply look at him. Long, and lean and soft lightly freckled pale skin over lean muscle. Dark hair with a touch of grey at the temples, and full, amazing lips.
He treats me so well, he cares for me so much, he teases me and jokes with me the same way I joke with him...
*sighs*
And he's all mine.
These are the moments that make any relationship worth any risk, when you can watch your lover sleep so soundly next to you.
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