He lies on his back.  My head rests head in that perfect spot on his chest, slightly balanced by that one spot on his shoulder. I tilt my head upward and smile at his silhouette as I have a thousand times.  The moonlight ignores everything but his eyes.  Like me, it seems helplessly drawn to them.  They twinkle in the darkness; and I sigh contentedly as I nuzzle my head back into the nook his body created just for me.  The intensity and sincerity of my feelings for him flood my heart, threatening to overflow.  My stomach welded to his side, my arm moves automatically, almost reflexively, to rest across his upper body.  I alternate between lovingly caressing his chest and twirling my fingers through his hair. 

The leg I’m lying on rests straight but still travels the length of his, never breaking contact.  The front of my thigh and calf rest against the sides of his.  I usually can’t keep my foot still; and it happily cuddles his.  My other leg lies across his body, adorning his pelvis.  My knee is bent to drape over his side and the back of my calf adheres itself to the outside of his leg.  It presses against him as closely as possible until we run out of leg. 

In an effort to fuse together, my straight leg always find its way under his.  It resurfaces between his legs and bends at the knee, crossing the top of his calf.  My foot tucks itself under his ankle and completes the wrapping of my leg around his.  I flex, hugging him with my legs, and feel his approval on the inside of my adorning thigh.

There is something unrealistically sexy about lying in his arms.  The one supporting my head wraps around me and I feel his hand tracing the contours of my hip.  His other arm extends across his body and mine; and his fingers gently caress my waist. 

Knowing that he wants me close, a complete comfort and serenity enters my soul and everything disappears but the contentedness and perfection I know only with him.  Tangled in one another, physically unable to get closer, I feel his heartbeat in my chest and bask in the warmth radiating off his skin.  I close my eyes and inhale him, trying to commit every detail to memory.  I savor everything and wonder how I got so lucky.  I am perfectly content.  I am home.