Chizoba

I will cling closely to your breast; on which my wearied head will rest. I will lie gently on your thighs, from whence I'll fly to distant skies. I'll seek refuge in your warm arms, it always my thunderous head calms. I will to your heart find entrance, the moment I'm given a chance. I will in your smiles take delight, when from looming trials I take flight. I will from your voice get comfort, in times of utmost discomfort. I will at your heart's doorway wait, even if your consent comes late.