Mumbling incoherently

I smack you in the face

twisting in my sleep

stealing covers.

You attempt,

oh so politely,

to regain your lost position,

but you have lost the battle

your boarders have been breeched

and you are aggravated

and amused,

albeit begrudgingly.

so you pull out that secret weapon

and use it

until giggling my face emerges

rumpled from sleep

abashed

knowing I have stolen

every last blanket

you own.

Your fingers curl along my sides

their mission complete

as tickles become touches

and touches become clutches

and giggles become moans of a happiness

just as profound

and deeply felt.

cool

i need a towel

lol....great write...I enjoyed reading this one.