Frost melts on the window, but I am warm. The sun slips through the cracks in the blinds as I lay in that peaceful tranquility of dawn, wrapped ion the quiet thud of my heart. His bare chest is soft and warm. Home. I hold my face curried in the comfort that is his love. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders, his chin resting protectively on the arch of my head. His opposite hand holds mine to his chest where I can feel the beating of his heart, in time with mine.

I remove my hand from his affectionate grasp and trail the muscles of his chest. My mouth creeps slowly to a grin as I tease the ripples in his abdomen, tracing them with the tips of my fingers. Then the warmth is over them again and I feel the gentle tug on my hand. Soft lips brush those teasing fingertips as one by one they are blessed.

I finally open my eyes and gaze upwards with yearning. Hazel, green; his eyes fill me with their wonder. They take me from my very soul, from any thought of normal reality and hasten the beating of my heart. His hand still holds my fingers, caressing them gently as he relaxes once more on the warmth of his chest.

We lie in passionate silence; lost in each others being as the sun rises higher and the birds begin to sing their love songs. The wind sighs in content as droplets of frost slide down the glass onto the window pane.

Then the sounds of commercialized morning as we are drawn from our peaceful reality. He leans closer and kisses my forehead, holding his lips to the touch of my flesh, breathing into my skin.
“I love you.”
My beating heart can only answer the same.