Upon Your Couch

Upon Your Couch
We sit …
… upon your couch, all the way to the right. You are next to me. Your head rest on my chest. My left arm holds you to me. Your legs are drawn up under you and your left arm rest across my belly. The top of you head is just below my chin; I can tilt my head and kiss you there whenever I wish. And I wish to do so quite often.
You have just gotten out of the bath. You wear only a bathrobe. I love the smell of your body mixed with the aroma of the soap. You burrow deeper into me, I in turn pull you closer. We cannot get close enough to one another.
It is dusk, there are no lights on. We are sitting in the semi darkness with only thoughts of each other going through our heads. There is no television, no radio; there is nothing to distract our thoughts. We do not speak; we have no need of words.
We are content to sit, we are happy being with the one we love. We are in love. We are so much in love.