Waking up

My favorite part of the day is waking up, too early to an alarm, and feeling your warm body next to mine. Your talented hand is discovered holding my thigh or resting on the small of my back. I love your sleepy scruffy face; mouth pursed shut and dreaming still. I climb over you, ever so gently, waiting for my bare feet to touch the ground. And then I look back, craving to climb back in, to caress your warm skin and kiss every inch of your being. But I just smile and reach out to pet your bare chest, uncovered from the sheets. I feel beautiful waking up this way. And as I leave the house, I spend my last few moments with you sitting on my bed, holding you. "I love you," I say once my time expires - almost seven o' clock. A million kisses I give to your face; your beard rough against my lips. And then you smile and utter, " I love you too." I turn away and feel a tug at my hand. You let go and I walk toward the bedroom door. One last time I look back, and you are still smiling. I am reminded of how lucky I am to have such a sweet loving man, and how beautiful my life truly is, waking up next to you!