Without thinking I move aside to make room for you and feel you curl up in the crook of my arm. Already I feel your warmth against my arm, the soft touch of your body as you settle against me. The soft sweet reminder of your presence that lulls me back to sleep...

I wake again as you stir, feeling you twist and turn in the grip of a nightmare, I hear your breath come faster and without thinking I reach over and stroke the side of your head. You snap into wakefulness, your deep brown eyes wide with shock. Then with the same sleepiness that I feel, your eyes lid over and you drift back to sleep.

A soft nudge at the side of my neck causes me to wake again, I turn and look into your eyes, you smell of soap and warmth, and I smile before pulling you in closer and drifting back to sleep..

You might wake me up.. but thats okay.. I love you anyway..

The incomparable feeling that you have when you have your body pressed against other body (and you aren't in the subway).

The beginning of arousal always starts with a subtle feeling of warm, then you hold your breath for a second, and then comes a strong inhalation...

Maybe it's the realisation that in seconds, your self will be engaged in that.

I like to put my hand between her navel and the beginning of her pubis, I really love her belly, to feel her warmth, to see the delicious curvature of her belly, to put my ear close to her body, to anticipate our bodies...

Maybe I'm too easily aroused, but even early in the morning, when our body temperatures are in their lowest point and we are pressed against each other and we are hardly awake, I feel your warmth taunting me...