unmoving

When I woke this morning you leg was resting on my knee. I was in a awkward position, but in that moment I would have stayed like that for hours. Even as the ache in my hips grew and my shoulder cried out, I held on to that touch. Then you shifted and it was gone, and even under all the covers I felt colder than before. Every touch of yours warms me, excites me, and cuts to the heart of me.