Lull

If you were here to guide me into a warm sleep, I'd hold you very tightly. Hands softening the stresses in your neck. Toes curling, reaching for yours, but falling short to gently stroke your shins. But for the main event:

My lips rest against your cheek. Slightly parted. Warm breath. Keeping pace with your heart beat. At first staggered.
And then slowly.
[Slowly.]

Steady. Like a soldiers drum.