I Am Loved

I woke up beside him, and he was already awake, gazing at me, a hand across my chest. 'You're so perfect', he said. 'So perfect. Everything about you just is. Your face, from your eyes to your nose to the way your lips part when you yawn. Your body, your breasts, your ass, the way your shoulders move when you stretch. (Your hair... allright, it's not perfect, but that's not your fault.) I