3 am

It is 3 am.
I lay in this bed and hear you breathe.
The lights from the street below, create a warm glow.
My heart feels full.
Our love is strong and each day feels like a gift.
A cool breeze flutters the curtain and I see your body.
Manly with curves and that chiseled jaw.
Salt and pepper hair with a boyish grin.
I roll closer to you.
I smell the sweet smell of your cologne mixed with sweat of our passion.
I smile, it's 3 am.