Calm Before the Storm

White and smooth
Warm against my face
My breath is hot
And my cheek sticks to his skin
Burried in his chest
I cannot move close enough
I curl closer and
Make my frame smaller
To fit into his
I close my eyes
And smell his skin
And tuck away in my mind
The warm wet feeling of
His flesh on mine
Like a child I am nestled
And pushed into him
He hovers over me
His chin against my forehead
Once again I breathe in
And feel safe