Your Arms

Your arms are a drug.
The soft bliss I never knew the world lacked
until I sank into their depths.
I felt you through my chest, breathing and beating.
I was a captive who languished in your strength.
Your arms are a fortress, and a sweet elixir.
A sample is not enough;
it tantalizes and teases with the promise of more,
and creates an aching need.
My tongue goes dry,
my body trembles,
and it seems I am hopelessly addicted.