- Mar 21, 2008
We are at home, bed time.
We finished having sex about 20 minutes ago, which means I am not antsy and you are no longer alert from activity.
It was good, but not spectacular. Ordinary, but satisfying to us both.
Once we settled back into bed, I spent some time rubbing your back, while we spoke of things we had been thinking about.
Nothing particularly important, but we were still awake, and it’s always nice to talk.
Now we are both getting sleepy, are ready to actually fall asleep.
You lie on your side, facing away from me.
I lie behind you, facing you, our bodies lightly against each other.
It’s a cool night, but not cold
still naked, beneath the blankets, the sex was not energetic enough to make us sticky, our natural warmth together is the perfect amount to combat the night air,
you, of course, have your feet outside of the blankets.
My arm is over and across you, my hand around your breast
your arm overlaps mine, your hand on my hand.
And we fall asleep feeling the subtle expansion and contraction of each other’s breathing
You, with the light touch of my breath on the back of you neck, me, with the subtle scent of your hair in my breath
For me, I fall asleep to the thought that I cannot imagine a more perfect existence
than spending my time with so beautiful a person
the only lover I have ever had, and ever wanted
than falling asleep next to my best friend