I run my hands up and down them as he sleeps,

Thinking of every careful move he makes.

He pulls me close and holds me against him,

He doesn't let go, he knows I need to stay here.

Overflowing with strength, he cares for his body as a temple.

He caresses me as if I am the most delicate of beings.

He carries me to our bed, still holding me so tight.

Laying me down, he wraps me in his blanket of tenderness.

There together, close and deep we sleep until the morning creeps.

Again he holds me, whispering in my ear,

It is another day for him to hold me near.