She rolls her eyes. "Last I checked I didn't marry a poet." She lifts her hand and uses the back of her fingers to trace the contours of my face. "I love knowing you're watching over me. I love having our feet twisted together like this. But most of all, I love you."
And we kiss, a long, soft, and gentle kiss.
"Ugh," she mumbles between kisses. "Your breath stinks!"
"Yours too. But I’m not gonna stop kissing you!"