Waking

She looked upon his sleeping form
And smiled against her will.
Shifting his head he smiled in sleep
Arising questions of a dream.
He reached across the messed up bed
In search of something warm
A light, almost unnoticed laugh
Is released from her form.
The search is on and with his thumb
He grasped the fuzzy sheet,
He pulled wanting it to be stopped
And it was stopped by she.
By now his eyes were slightly opened
And he smiled up at her
His hand was slithering behind her
Wanting to pull her with.
All she could use against - was nought
For as he pulled her down
Trying not to collide
Their bodies touched
The warmth, turned to fire
Sun to Moon
No waking.