The Oak Tree

I sink into the comfort
of your embrace,
warmth humanified.
You wrap me in rapture
and ecstasy,
your hands oblivious
to anything but my skin
in long rapturous strokes.
I am electric beneath you;
your lips brush mine
and we spark.
When you are near,
I breathe more freely;
when your arms are around me,
I feel protected and safe
from the wicked night.