You are sun-kissed.
Set against the salubrious sheen of the secure wall.
Strong and stubborn. Ah, somewhat sweet.
Quiet. Nice. Serene. Like the perpetual humming of a familiar song to drown out external existence.
Soft. Safe. Warm; a Warmth that caresses my skin with dancing fingertips; trailing patterns that go unseen on weary flesh.
You are sun-kissed.