your arms

I am folded into your body, and your chest is pressed into mine. My cheek is nuzzled into the curve of your shoulder, the warmest and safest place I've found yet. But your arm is wrapped around the arc of my torso, and your hand grasps my hip, suspending me in this space of complete bliss. Protective by nature, you hold me close to you and I am yours. Your fingers twitch as you drift off to sleep, but your grip only loosens slightly. Your chin rests on the top of my head, and I can feel your breath heavy and warm as it travels from your mouth through the air. Your body jolts, your grasp tightens on my hip, and you moan softly. Suspended in time, I wish for nothing more than to always have this spot in your arms.