I laid covered in his arms,
listening to the lilting hush-hush of his breathe.
I inhaled in scent of roses and chocolate.
That i could identify anywhere.
As he clinked our glasses,
filled with crimson delight ,
sparkled in the late winter moonshine.
His inebriated eyes shone at par with moonlight.
He hummed a tone softly near my ears.
I closed my eyes and soaked in the moment,
keeping silent cause i knew my words slurred unlike his.
The touch of skin on skin soothed my nerves.
I felt at peace in that embrace.
I knew i was home at last;
I belonged to him ,
and he told me he is mine.