groggyNight Ritual
His hand brushed her shoulder,
slipping under her soft brown hair
to touch the warm skin
hidden in the shadow
of the dark room,
slid down past her arm,
resting briefly
on her waist.
She leaned into him then,
tilting her head back
pressing against his collar bone,
her hair tickling his nose.
He shifted slightly,
bringing his mouth near her ear.
He liked how his breath tickled her,
and how she shivered
when his mouth touched
the soft skin of his neck.
“We’ve got an early morning,” she said.
“Yeah,” he replied,
pulling the sheet over the two of them.
One last kiss to her shoulder,
he settled down to sleep.
