Sweet Embrace

It’s been a while,

since she’s held me like that,

what a sweet embrace.

Tender, vulnerable but strong,

no expectations,

unconditional.

Goosebumps on her arms as she drifted to sleep,

felt like they were my own.

two-of-a-kind

eternally grateful,

Oh, that sweet embrace.

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...writer, lover, fellow, man; divinely adrift in a sea of inarguable genius and intellectual nuisance. Read@ robinejohnson.wordpress.com Like@ facebook.com/storiesbyrobin and as always, peace, love—and think! View all posts by robin

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