He wraps me in his arms,
with his hands pressed upon my back,
and like a baby I cling onto him.
I snuggle my face under his chin, on his neck,
inhaling his natural scent,
of fresh mountain water dried on skin.
Lying in bed together,
underneath a ceiling of popcorn pieces
and glow-in-the-dark stars,
I feel his warmth grow with mine,
circulating through my body
like hot chocolate on a winter's day.
Our feet intertwined to keep ourselves warm;
we hold each other with blankets of softness
over our embracing bodies
as if it’s the best thing in the world…
after sex.