How to start? You are you, and this moment is now. I'm so close, yet so far away as you doze in the heat of a cloudless day. Now, like so many times before, I revel in the chance of basking in a different kind of warmth.
"Love you sweetie."
Your lips move in the way of somebody surfacing from unconsciousness. "Mmrft... love you too."
I know, I'm annoying. But even saying it isn't enough for now. My hand traces lazily down your chest. I love the feeling; each gentle contour directly opposite in flavour to what is so ruggedly 'man' - the perfect combination? I love the pure solidness of you. You, so unbreakable; arms in the scrawling position adopted in sleep belying their potential to take another on.
I saw it once, an electric thrill racing through me as you took on the challenge and stared your opponent in the eye with a look similarly sparking with energy. Primal, that feeling, and so surprising, me never having seen that side of you before.
You are such a comfort to me, every hug re