Watching you sleep is all I want.  Just the thought of you lying in this bed beside me is enough.  I wish I could freeze this moment forever. 

     I watch your chest in and out, wishing I could be the breath you’re breathing.  Wishing I could be the pillow under your head, or the sheet draped across your body. 

A beautiful black man’s body, strong. Those hands, those same hands that make me melt with the slightest touch. So powerful, yet so gentle when you touch me.

      I see your tattoo. I have always loved that tattoo.  Something just draws me too it.  . My finger gently traces it. 

     I gently touch your arm.  The arms that make the world go away.  .

      I wonder what you’re dreaming of.  I wonder if you ever dream of me the way I dream of you.  You lay there so peaceful, so content. 

     This moment is more fulfilling and more stimulating than in orgasm could ever be.  I get to watch the man I love sleep.  You are so wonderful lying there. 

I want to wake you so bad, but I know you need your rest.  But I’m satisfied with you here beside me anyway.  Sleep tight baby.  Morning is soon to come.