I can just imagine watching this beautiful man sleep while he’s lying next to me. I would study every single inch of the miles of smooth, lean muscle, listen to his cool, steady breathing, watch his chest rise and fall, his abdomen gently expanding and contracting against mine.
I would place light, feathery kisses all over his body, and follow with my hands, feeling his soft, warm porcelain skin under my fingers. I would appreciate and take special attention to every perfect imperfection, every adorable freckle, every precious curve and crevice. I would savor each and every second… burying my face into his hair and breathing in his clean, masculine scent, hinted by an elegant cologne. Slowly gliding my palm over his toned thighs, then to his gorgeously sculpted biceps, feeling the soft treasure trail that peppers a line up his stomach, and slowly lacing my fingers with his long, slender ones.
I can see the small grin that would appear on his face, making it known to me that he knows and loves what I’m doing.
I would conclude by falling asleep against his body that seemed to be sculpted by Michelangelo himself, enveloped by his natural warmth, feeling him occasionally adjust his position next to me, reminding me that he is there… knowing that he is mine and mine alone, and that I am his forever and ever.