This is my first time writing something snuggly-ish.
It's too long to be a poem but too short to be a one-shot. I'll call it a. . . pun-shem.
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Blind Afternoons
The bright sun seeping through my shades feels wonderful against my refreshed skin. The air has a tranquil and calm feel to it.
I feel safe. I feel warm. I feel her.
Her arm is wrapped protectively around my torso. Her quaint breaths upon my cheek deepen the shade of early morning arousal.
She is calm. She is peaceful. She is wild.
I feel parts of her hair spilled freely over my neck. I slowly turn in her grasp and place a piece of hair behind her ear. She is so beautiful.
I lightly kiss the top of her nose, but it is enough to stir her out of her slumber.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"No, no it's alright." I feel her smile warmly at me. "How was your nap?"
"It was pleasant. Though, may I ask the same of you?" I give her my best head-tilt smile.
" It was. . .nice. Though I didn't plan on falling asleep." She gives in to a light yawn and ruffles the blankets as she arches her back.
She nimbly excuses her self from the bed. I smile as I feel her placing a pair of green slippers on each foot of mine.
Then I feel her reach for my hand. She pulls me up from the warmth of the bed and into a warmth that is all her.
I smile up to her again as she helps me into one of my comfy big tee's. It the bright blue one with clouds, I just know it.
"Wait here one moment." I hear her shuffling around in one of my drawers. I presume she is looking for clothing for herself.
When she returns, she kisses each of my eyebrows and leads me out of my room. We head down the stairs slowly, one by one.
"Spencer, you are so graceful," she whispers into the air.
When we reach the kitchen, she lets go and I feel her watching as I make my way into the kitchen.
She follows behind and walks over to the refrigerator. I take a seat in my favorite stool. Seven steps from the doorframe.
"You said your mom and pop's won't be home until tomorrow?" she asks.
"Yeah. And Clay and Glen are over my uncle's house, competing for his '69 convertible."
"They are such suck-ups. I hope your uncle knows they are only helping him clean his farm just for his car." She opens the refrigerator and takes out the milk.
She passes it to me along with two glasses.
I laugh lightly. "That's what they do every year. Forget the Ohio suffocation heat. They'll be out there in the 90 degree weather all day for that car."
I slowly twist open the cap and fill each glass to the brim.
Ashley lets out a laugh as well "Well, at least they're working. I get worried for your brothers sometimes."
"I've tried to hide the wii box and controllers. It seems it's the only thing they operate on nowadays."
"I'd beg to differ in Glen's case."
I can feel the smirk etch across her face.
"Ash!" I yelp, surprise and amused. "How could you say such a hypocritical sentence."
She pauses for a while.
"I never said it didn't apply to me." Then her hand is on my cheek and her lips press faintly against mine.
A blush forms slowly across my face.
It's afternoons like these that she makes me feel alive.
These days in which I view all the bright colors of the world.
Through her, I see the sun, I see the sky.
Within her voice, I picture the people I know, and the places we go.
In her songs, I imagine her; soft and sweet, yet strong bold.
She is a melody that depicts a portrait of my surroundings.
For she is my shining eyes to the darkness I see.
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Please tell me if you liked it or not, if it was boring, nice, too short, confusing, amusing, okayish, original, novel-like, or plain ole' p.d.p.t.s.e.a...Danke!
I'd really appreciate any feedback!