Little Armor

You discovered my bare skin
as you rummaged between the covers.
Fingers plucked at and unhooked
what little armor I wore.
Unassailable walls are more
easily scaled in the dark.
Sliding off the straps, the strings,
those defenses ended up on the bare floor.
You lifted me gently from my reclining position;
gifted fingertips did all the work.
You mined for treasure and my walls collapsed.
It was the sweetest defeat imaginable.