There is nothing I love more than being tangled up in your arms on a spring afternoon, lazing around in bed. The sunlight sneaking in through the slivers of closed blinds and lighting up your hazel eyes in a kaleidoscope of beauty.
I love watching your long eyelashes flutter with every blink, as I softly trace the outline of your mouth with mine. I can feel the way you shudder into my body as I run my hands up and down your spine. As I look up at you, and you look down at me, I know right then and there that this is our perfect moment. Some people have their perfect moments atop bridges, or gardens, or in restaraunts or in great displays of grandeur, but for us it is none of those. For us, our perfect moment is the simplicity of our bodies being close enough that our hearts beat against each other in a symphony of happiness. It is the feeling of safety and warmth that only comes from being wrapped up in another person. It is the knowledge that when you look up at that person you know that in 10, 30, 60, 100 years time, you will have a thousand more perfect moments like this, each even more special than the last.
No, afternoons spent with you doing nothing, are never wasted.
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