the 'man' in bed with me

He lays in bed on his side facing me, sighing from time to time. He is covered with a light blanket. His mouth is slack, little lips full and heart shaped. There is a cleft in his chin. I cannot stop looking at him. He is absolutely beautiful. Could I be any more in love?
He is an angel.
Little figgy.
Elliot Flynn.
Left here for the afternoon to give mom and dad a rest.
*sigh*. flutter-flutter.