It's 5am, I'm
It's 5am, I'm lost
She's on my mind and my breath
I turn around to her next to me
I sigh
Not out of exhaustion or desperation
But because I am so overwhelmed by her
Her ups and her downs her smiles and her frowns
All of which I can never get enough of
Bringing my face close to hers I brush her cheek with my lips
Shudders echo through my body like it were a pincushion
But they don't hurt.
Endorphins and adrenaline are rushing through my veins and my heart feels like it's hit terminal velocity
I adore every inch of her. Head to toe and back up again, a million times over.
Then I wake. To find that it really is 5am, and that after going to bed only an hour previously I know that I won't be graced with another dream or slumber again. I sit up and close my eyes. And I try and remember everything that I saw. Everything I felt
I miss her
So when you ask me why I had three cups of coffee before dusk, now you know
It's because I just can't get enough of her