To him,to home..

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.