Wrapped in your Arms is where I feel safe and I feel cherished. The warmth of your arms around me cannot be replaced by any other heat source because it is your love that surrounds me, fills me, and ultimately grounds me.
Lying on your chest I can hear the beating of your heart the clearest, the slow steady rhythm that I hear lulls me to sleep, wrapped in your embrace, the softest blanket a girl could have.
In the night we move in our sleep, you're never far from me, I can feel your heat. Like a moth to a flame I'm drawn to you for comfort, for strength, for the sound of your beating heart. I crawl back to you, You feel me too, you hold me close and your touch fills me with heat.
In the night we move in our sleep, you're never far from me, I can feel your heat. Like a moth to a flame I'm drawn to you for comfort, for strength, for the sound of your beating heart. I crawl back to you, You feel me too, you hold me close and your touch fills me with heat.
I know when you start to wake, I feel you reach for me, searching my body with your soft touch, and pull me closer still. Your press me into your chest, your arm across my waist, wrapping your legs over mine and I can feel your breath on my neck. It tickles, but it's the sigh that I hear that makes me smile, because I know that you found your strength too.
When the light from the sunrise begins to seep into our window, I feel the warmth on my body from outside our cocoon, but it is nothing compared to the touch of your finger tips stroking the side of my face. I know that you're watching me sleep, I can feel your eyes on me. I don't want to move from this cave, this warmth, so I sigh, and whisper, "Good Morning my love."
--Lola Fontaine 2015
--Lola Fontaine 2015
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