I’m going to sleep with you. And I don’t mean the “let’s get naked and bone” kind of sleep with you, but the “under the covers laying on pillows” kind of way.
I’m going to kiss and cuddle and snuggle with you. I will lay next to you, looking at the plastic glow in the dark stars on the ceiling as we caress and hold hands. I’m going to call you baby and wrap my arms around you; hold you tight while we talk about nothing and everything.
It’s so damn sexy the way you look in my favorite long sleeved shirt, I just want to cuddle with you ‘til the sun comes up. After being in bed all night, we’ll realize we haven’t slept a wink. We’ve been talking and giggling, flirting and kissing, and it’s 6 AM.
“Seems the sun is coming up cutie,” you’ll say.
“So let’s go back to bed and forget about it,” I’ll say.
And you’ll agree. We will go back to sleep. I will make you breakfast at noon. We’ll watch reruns of cooking shows and movies on television that we already own.
And then I think we should so do it again