My eyes bear the weight of the world
As his low voice mutters the words of 'Sweet Caroline'

Cool November is the creator of the goosebumps that inhabit my thighs
But he warms my body with his presence

Wrapped in blankets  
Limbs intertwined
Our breathing becomes one

Tracing my curves oh so delicately and humming sweet tunes
He lulls me into a deep sleep once again

His course ****** hair scratches the curve of my neck
As I dream of happier times and warmer days