I counted 12 freckles on your upper body,

while you hovered over me.

Each time you dipped down to kiss my lips,

and rose back up,

my eyes ran from one to the next,

taking in their exact location and size.

You lied down and turned to sleep,

facing the wall--

wordlessly requesting to be held.

I kissed your back until my mouth felt,

like no feeling at all.

I covered every inch of your flesh,

with the touch of my lips,

and before I knew it,

I, too, fell--

asleep and in love.