You work your magic as you wash away the stress,
The warmth in you simply melts the distress,

I like what you do to the back of my nape,
All the angst, the turmoil simply escape,

I long to be in your arms,
And as you wrap yourself around me the strain gets eased as if by balms,

I could engage with you for a longer time,
But for the chill outside which is working overtime,
But the brief encounter I have with you everyday,
Casts it spell on me that I long for each day