When I Get the Better of Myself

We laid in bed
At an odd hour,
Your arm
Draped across my thigh.
Your warm cheek
Pressed against my hip
Where my shirt
Had ridden up,
Just a bit,
To show the skin
That just spills over
The top of my shorts.
More skin
Than I feel comfortable with.
Just as I reach
To give a small tug,
You look at me,
Brown eyes soft and warm,
A smile pulling
At the corners of your lips,
“I love you,
I love all of you”.