he whispers in my ear, like the waves from the ocean that kisses the beach, moving slowly and then pulling back to the sea, he lays down on the white comforter, as I lay my head down.

he pulls me in, like you pull a sleeping bag to your chin as the shivery breeze caresses your forehead, warm under the silky material that engulfs your legs, creating goosebumps from the two different temperatures.

he sweeps my hair out of my eyes, the worker hands that are rough against my skin that glides so easily and sends butterflies to every part of my heart, the way the roller-coaster makes your stomach flip and makes you happy and nervous all at the same time.

he talks of his stories and his voice carries me to the place where he was, the passion and shaken up world that makes you want to hold him tighter.

he said "you're beautiful" and everything in me that tried to say no, let go, and I knew he meant it, truly, the way the sun will caress the sky every morning, and the way coffee warms your stomach.