I keep tossing around,
Trying to get comfortable,
Yet the cold side on bed,
Keeps me awake,
My fingers trace the pillow,
Where you would lay,
Sound asleep with exhaustion,
Yet its the most beautiful sight,
For your at peace,
Not a sound I will make,
Just feather light kiss,
I blush when you catch my lips,
Opening your eyes,
To tease me more,
Passions on display,
Exhaustion long forgotten,
For nightly pleasures..  Fuel our desire
To keep the moment going on and on..
Until we warm the bed.. And start again.