‘You’re my Ice Queen’
he murmured in my ear
Pulling close the quilt so I would be warm
his arms locked around me
holding me in close comfort,
providing me with care.
Within his arms I melt,
my desires rising to match his
without him I feel as though the landscape changes
the vibrancy is gone
and I am lost in the greys and shadows that develop.
I feel secure within his embrace
craving more, not for romance or care
but because he is safe.
He is where I turn when the world becomes too much
for in his arms I find a sheltered haven
as he batters away the storms.
I lay my head upon his chest
listening to his heart beat
counting each one as the warmth of his body
seeps into mine.