Want

I sat in my bead, hunched over my laptop, writting as usuall. He sat behind me, his warm arms wrapped around me lovingly as he read over my shoulder. He sang quietly in my ear and gently brushed his lips across my neck. Closing my eyes, I leaned into him, momentarily distracted from my writting because, at this momet, reality was so great. I smiled as he chuchled sofly. Instantly,  started writting in my head, a poem a song a story, anything because he was so inspiring. He made me feel loved...

I went back to writtnig