My favorite song

 
The light hasn't risen outside. I'm tired, but waking next to you makes my whole day seem possible. I can't wait to get this day over with so I can fall back in bed with you, tired as always, but where I want to be. 

It feels like your body is on fire. How can such warmth emanate from such a tiny girl? My fingers trace your thigh. Stopping briefly on your hip, I pull you closer to meet my hungry body. My hands continue up your side, under your arm, and find a home cupping your chest. Oh, but they aren't done. They're just resting until you wake in my arms. 

The little noises you make in your sleep are perfect, just like you. Everything you do makes me feel at home and at ease. 

Somehow, in the deadness of sleep, you feel my intentions. You pull from me with sleepy reluctance at first but fall back against me with finality. We are one body, one flesh, and one thought right now. Before the day pulls us apart, I ravish you in the stillness of the morning. 

It's never enough, of course, but it calms and stills me inside until we can be one again. I carry you with me always, but it's not the same as what we're doing now. You've given yourself to me with a completeness that is breathtaking. There's nothing between us but a shared layer of fresh perspiration. 

Every moment with you is a treasure. Every time I see you smile, I smile inside too. Every time I hear you laugh, it's like hearing my favorite song. Your voice, your thoughts, your tears, they're all precious to me. Every part of you is what I want. Some may say I've put you on a pedestal, but I'm just in love. And I never want to let you go. 

You seem embarrassed by what we've done, maybe a little shocked once you realize how easy I took you, but it's not the first time. And it won't be the last. You giggle a little in my arms, and I can't help but say it again and for the ten-thousandth time, "I love you, little girl. And I always will."