Promise, I Will Praying for You

I imagine a patch of space where we can ripen together. Sharing pillows, come closer together when the leaves many stories that can be shared. Or when you and I just wanted to have a colleague to condemn the state.The more mature, there will be more problems that we face together. Smile more often tugging understanding in advance. 

 Life was not just a matter of a sweet date or exchange endearments only. When that time arrives - there is nothing else I want more in the world.

I pray that wake up your sleeping face that caught the eye. And when I stuck my hands under our pillows - fingers and behold your oil I found there.

 Promise, one day we will celebrate the face wake up with a kiss. Distinctive aroma morning we sips through a long hug-hug.

Usual morning. Legs are crossed, blankets stretched between the body, the hands that are embracing the waist so the thesis of comfort. Every now and then I'll find soft snoring in my neck, where you usually put the head after it was hit rigors world. I restrained myself over backwards to not move much.

 Daub sleep priests king decree that must be maintained in such a manner.I hope that day come soon. When you and I are no longer embarrassed to share the bed together.We will both giggled at the face of each printed wrinkle pillow after sleeping overnight slant.

 Your hair was wild stands to the right-left, my face still rough from the rest of the night cream that has not permeated completely until morning.But this is the name of love, perhaps. No matter how weird as any advance our early risers, smack unfortunately will remain available.  

Warm kisses along the jaw line, you countered it with a sweep of a sweet kiss on the neck and neck. Hugs and kisses dear encourage us in order to face the new day.