I want to sleep with you.
I don’t mean have sex.
I mean sleep. Together.
Under my blankets, in my bed.
With my arm wrapped around you.
And your hand across my chest.
With the window cracked.
So it’s chilly and we have to cuddle closer.
Just laying down, without a saying a word.
Because I’d rather stay home than go out.
As we sleep the night away.