Our December❅❆❄

Our December❅❆❄

Fingers entwined,
lying on the couch,
your coffee-scented sweater,
is my sleeping pill.
The cold December evening,
slowly taking over,
as the sun starts to set,
I snuggled closer to you,
taking notice of your 
slightest movements,
from pulling the blankets up,
to you tucking your hair behind your ear,
and briefly biting your lip,
having no clue,
of just how heavenly you look.
You looked at me momentarily,

with affection,

running your hand, 

through my hair,
before closing your eyes, 
and I realize that,
no one has ever 
really touched me, 
before you.