The butterflies

Asleep he lies next to me breathing softly
With his arm resting on my waist
With his hair wild and out of place
He awakens as I caress his cheek
Feeling the stubble on my fingertips.
A smile spreads on his lips.
Without a word he moves in close
To give me a quick sleepy peck
And i inch closer to bury
My face on his neck
I feel his warmth and his pulse.
I smile thanking the world for his sweet face
And for the rapidly fluttering butterflies filling our space.