You used to love the idea of being next to me
Laying in bed with your arms wrapped around me
With your lips on my bare shoulders
tracing every vein constricted within my skin.
You used to love the idea of listening to my voice when I was sleepy
or when I woke up before I took a sip of my morning coffee
while you lay in bed staring at me
trying to memorize every part of my naked body.
You used to love the idea of interlacing your fingers with mine
when the warmth of my palms had always made you feel divine
when calling your name sent shivers down your spine
and you kept wanting more because you knew that by then you would be fine.
You used to love the idea of watching me doze off
into deep slumber until you were sure I could never get away
when you never really had to worry about it even when life gets even tough
because I would always be here waiting coldly under your warm velvet duvet.