Sleeping in your shirt brings me a relaxed, yet heightened state of desire. The scent swirling my mind into the memory of things you’ve done to my body. Coupled with the sense of comfort and safety that your arms bear, I wake with the craving of your skin on mine. Reaching out and feeling you close to me, snuggling into your back while you reach back and pull me in, it’s a warmth I haven’t felt comfortable in for an eternity. To fall back asleep there with the feeling of contentment, my body happily exhausted from existing to be your playground, I breathe you in and drift back to dream, as if it could get any better.
I breathe you in.