Berto-guitargod

I woke up craving you this morning. Is that weird? I rolled over and the light hit my face and for a moment I wished it was your lips soft, kissing my cheek instead of the sun. I reached for a moment, for your hand, to intertwine my fingers between yours it seemed as though I'd be reaching forever. I woke up longing for your touch, for your hands, gentle, tracing down my spine. I imagined you stroking my hair, leaning down to whisper "good morning beautiful" and I swear I could feel your breath on my ear. I moved my legs, searching for yours so we could play footsies underneath the sheets, our sheets. I woke up craving you this morning.