I was pretty drunk.
So were you.
But we were in enough senses, to sleep in two different rooms.
Waking up to myself after a rough night, I step out in a robe, seeing you asleep on the couch, tight.
I come down and sit beside you, for me it was a perfect moment too.
Clad in a deep black shirt and shorts, you seem like a perfect man of all sorts.
Tracing your face with my eyes, how handsome you looked you’ll never realize.
Never wanted to disrupt that perfect moment, in my mind, I wrote this sonnet.
And when you woke up and gave me that look, I knew I couldn’t ask for more.
But then, an hour later, I was blushing while looking at the black shirt and shorts, lying on the floor just like that…