body pillow

To curl up, cozy beneath the blankets, body to body, creating our own warmth. I want to be held tonight. I need to be held. I need to be touched.

To lay, side by side, my back pulled into your chest, legs bent, slightly tangled in the sheets, slightly tangled in each other.

Slow deep breathing, arms resting on hips, resting on ribs, resting on chest, resting on belly. Hands holding each other, fingers gently moving amongst the palm. My thumb rubbing up and down on yours. The placement of your hand, draped over my body, right there in the center of my belly, the center of my being, and I trust you enough to place your hand here, trust you enough to take care of me, to protect me, to keep me warm.

The slight tickle of your warm breath against my neck. The rhythm of your breathing lulls me into a comfortable place, my eyes just get too heavy, I close them and drift to sleep. I'm comfortable here, I'm cared for here. This is where we are. This is where I feel I should be.

Tomorrow we can worry about the bills. Tomorrow I can clean the kitchen. Tomorrow I'll wear the heels to bed. Tomorrow we can fuck like rabbits.

For tonight wrap your arms around me, pull in close, and hold me. Just for tonight.