Small of her back

I kiss the small of her back as she sleeps, the room is cold but she radiates a heat that can only be the product of passion. My heart starts to thump so hard that I cannot hear anything else. She stirs while a smile moves her lips. I stroke my fingers flittingly down her leg, she twitches; tickled. I stretch myself beside her and inhale her essence, her hair is soft as silk as I draw closer to her. I hold her and wish that this moment will never end. And as I drift into sleep, my soul is left restless with all the torrent of affection I feel for her.