Soft Blackness

I like to lay next to you long after you are asleep and listen to you breathe and softly touch your arm or your shoulder. The room is so dark, just squares of gray on the walls where the moon light seeps in through the windows.  I cannot see where you are, just feel you and hear you. Quietly I lay thinking of the ways you touch me not just physically but how you touch my heart, how you trickle into my thoughts. Serene warmth flows through me, I savor this time. You move and cradle me within your body, skin to skin. Filled with your affection I settle into sleep, the sleep of love.