We watched TV, fire blazing in the fireplace.
He sat at the end of the couch.
I curled up next to him, laying on my side.
My head was snuggled on his chest
while his hand ran through my hair.
I had a hand, laid under his shirt over his heart.
I love the feel of that strong heart beneath my hand.
I also love to run my fingers through the hair on his chest.
We snuggled, he rubbed, we touched.
He kissed the top of my head or my forehead.
I lay, wrapping as much of me around him,
just enjoying each other and our evening together.
Oh how I adore this man.
After all these years, I love him more every day.