I watch him sleep, curled up tightly
His arm snaked around my waist
And if I move even slightly,
He draws me closer to him
Dark lashes on moonlit skin
His mouth relaxed and perfect
It begs me for a kiss
But I do not want to awaken him
I touch his cheek, and he softly stirs
His fingers lace through my own
He holds firmly, but gently
In sleep he is a contradiction
His embrace is my haven
When the world around me is chaos
When nothing feels right
I find solace in his arms, where I belong
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