You start out all warm, radiating heat and breath.
The weight of your arms and legs press into mine and we are silent in our cocoon.
Then the twitches start, the electric shocks as your body finally lets go of consciousness, tiny, almost imperceptible rapid pulses in your arms, your legs, your fingers glaze my back as they perform their St. Vitus dance.
I pull my arm tighter around you.
There is a sweetness, there.