His oversized hands gently caress my hair
I can’t open my eyes
The sun gleaming through the cracked shades is too bold, too
shocking
Sleep permeates my room
I lay there motionless
Maybe he will go back to sleep
Maybe he will love me in that half assed fashion
And will stop touching me and flip over
Hey, he tried to wake me up briefly
And he sweetly continues to run his fingers through my hair
He doesn’t speak
He loves on me
He moves to my arms
Barely skimming their surface
Fingertips touching so lightly
Giving me chills to my bone
I open one eye, bearing to see this sweet thing’s face
He’s smiling
Eyes half open
Kind, large, vulnerable, amber brown
He doesn’t speak
He carefully moves me closer to him
Holding me for the last few minutes before he has to leave
our cocoon
He kisses me all over
Tenderly and generously with no words
I know he expects nothing in return
And I’m not used to this
I can smell his skin as he moves around me gently
I relax completely
This is how it feels to be taken care of
I smile, slowly opening my heavy eyes
Good Morning Sweets
I say
And he smiles
Hugging me tighter, softly kissing my cheeks
He knows how to love another
He is beginning to understand how I work
And I am letting him in
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