Be my blanket

My blanket is a raging campfire like the blood in my veins,

my blanket demands me to warm up,

exactly like a blaze,

my blanket smells like rosey ripe raspberries,

that stun me right away.

my blanket orders me to sleep at night,

it has a colourful pattern like a rainbow,

that makes me yawn at night,

my blanket is a saint.