We'll just call them bubbles,
That funny sensation that seemingly
makes your heart stop and start at the same time -
The one that makes you catch your breath
when he kisses you for the first time every morning -
Rising to the surface;
Hundreds at a time,
Popping on the edges of every taste bud,
Not missing a single beat.
♥
There's something about his sleepy half smile
that makes those
"bubbles"
rush to your fingers and toes,
Forcing you to become over-joyed in holding him
♥
The sun has been up for hours,
yet you lay there watching his chest rise and fall -
Giddy at the sound of him stirring in his sleep.
Just like a little girl and her first diary,
you quickly lock away the memory
for the days and nights that he's away
♥
He's not a heavy sleeper,
He'll stir if you stroke his hair,
The best part is when you kiss him.
[ sleepy kisses are some of your favorites ]
He'll drift on back to sleep,
cuddled in your arms
♥
You'll feel his heart beating
and listen to his breathing -
And as you fall deep
into another sleep,
the last thing that runs through your mind
is how he's finally yours to keep.
And so we'll just call them bubbles,
Washing away our troubles
♥