Her warm weight gave him a kind of comfort and peace he'd never known before.

He found only her weight on his thighs, warm and solid.

His hand was a warm weight in the small of her back.

The hands on her shoulders were a warm, heavy weight.

A warm and furry weight held them right where they were.

And when she handed him the baby he felt the warm, solid weight of it.

Her head was a warm, welcome weight on his chest.

The baby lay in my arms, a heavy, warm weight, the center of the universe.

The ring was like a warm weight on my hand, heavy with pressure.