The dark embrace of leather holds you tight,
A second skin against the autumn chill,
While shadows deepen over vale and hill,
And stars awaken in the velvet night.
It captures warmth and shields you from the blight,
Defying winter with a stubborn will,
As rhythmic heartbeats make the world stand still,
Enclosed within this armor, safe and light.

And when I press my cheek against your chest,
The scent of hide and memories awakes,
Of open roads and love without control.
This worn protection, by your form possessed,
Is like the promise that a true heart makes:
A rugged shell that guards a tender soul.