Sunday Mornings

Your fingertips graze my cheek,
My head still and warm on your chest.
It is a lazy Sunday morning, the end of the week,
With nothing to do but rest.

This week was tough,
The days slow and long.
And though we may have it rough,
I know this could never be wrong.
♠ ♠ ♠
Sorry, I usually don't do the whole rhyme thing. I'm kind of bad at it....