Your head is on my lap, as the TV flickers softly in the distance. With my fingers in your hair, I feel the long tresses move to the gentle rhythm of my breathing. Your eyes are closed, I know you are content.
I dare not move, lest your cheeks leave the warmth of my pelvis. And you awake. Slowly, I too, am lulled into slumber. The soft voice in the background, a muffled lullaby of words.
It has been a while since we were ever like this.
Eventually I stir and you open your eyes. Raising your head, you kiss me. And for a fleeting moment, it feels like we were never apart.
But we both don't know.
So just a kiss and a quick embrace, for now.
Because the highs are transient, when you are learning to love all over again.