I found a stack of things I wrote way back when. This is from July 19th, 2004.

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He, approaches her from behind, brushes his nose against the back of her neck, just enough for her to feel his presence. He knows how she likes that.

She, senses him from behind her, anticipates for the moment of touch. There is no other sound, only the sound of her breath. Her mouth is open slightly to let out a breah of air, to ease the feeling of butterflies in her stomach as she feels his skin against hers.

The sound of her breath and the raffles of the sheets.

Her hair is still damp from the shower, with strands fused to her skin. He loves the smell of her hair, the freshness; he can almost tastes it. He wants to hold on to her, tightly, but as soon as he reaches to put his arms around her she giggles, pulls away, and disappears into the mountain of sheets. He looks for her under the covers, but all he can see is a diffused warm glow of the morning sun.

She remains hidden from him, but only a arms reach away.
Her mouth slightly moves to what vaguely looks like a smile.