I love the color of my skin against his,

I love the color of my skin against his,
that perfect antithesis, beautiful contrast.
I love the way he cradles me in the morning,
and we talk about nothing and everything,
and I can feel comfortable even though my butt jiggles.
I adore that neither of us is emotional about all this,
that he leaves in three days to go a thousand miles away,
that I won't have time to fall for him
(as I'm usually bound to do).