You hold me in your arms,
I feel your chest expand and contract with every breath,
Hold me tight, and I have no more fight.

I melt into you as your head nuzzles my neck,
Slowly, the defences are coming down,
Once like the walls of Asgard, I am now undoing them,
You ask me about my day, and tell me how pretty I look.

Your hands clasp mine, and I can feel your pulse on your wrist,
Your words go over me like silk, and I just relax into a puddle,
I turn over and I look into your eyes,
My head lies on your chest, and you hold me even tighter,
Your smell makes me feel so warm and giddy,
I feel gentle kisses on the top of my head.

Legs entangle, and you gently massage my neck and shoulders,
You talk about the mysteries of flowers while bergamot and orange are in the air,
I feel like absolute bliss, and I do not want this to end.

I want to be your little spoon until the very end