Often, in mornings, I wake by your side.
                                               A magnetic field pulses from your core;
                                   summoning beats from my heart in its sleepy haze.
                                    Mesmerised, I fold into you, pulled            
                                       ­                                                                 ­                                            to the right;

                                                         ­            Nudged onto my side, by blood
                                                           ­                                                            rushing to be close to you.