"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead"
Someone whispers
From other side of bed

I stir a little bit
In my sleep
And feel a tight grip

Around my waist
He hugs me
From behind without a waste

Of time he leans
Into my neck
Starts kissing my skin

Butterflies erupt
In my stomach
And I blurt

"Stop, it tickles "
Half asleep
And a neck full of jingles....