Lazy afternoons

You sleep calmly as I lay awake by your side. I watch you sleep and run my fingers trough your naked body, exploring that body that I know now like my own, but at the same time it always feels like it's the first time I'm touching it. I caress your back and kiss the scars you have. I keep exploring until I get to your lips, giving a slightly kiss. I do that until i get tired and slowly put my head on your chest, so you don't wake up. You pull me to you hard and lock your arms around me, on a tight hug, showing that you've probably been awake the whole   time. And we stay like this and I stay quiet feeling your skin in mine, your smell and your heartbeat. And I feel love. Simply like that. In a simple sunday afternoon, in the most simple gestures I feel a love so big that fills me entirely and wants to come out, so I hug you even tighter, feeling just...happy, incredible and simply happy ;]]

Feeling happy, o que é não é tão comum. Procurei qualquer poema ou trecho pra expressar isso aqui, mas não achei no meu banco de dados. As pessoas só escrevem quando estão tristes? Bem possível...se você tá feliz não passar esse tempo escrevendo, certo?  Uma pena... Deixo meu registro então:  it's a happy day ;]