When he wrapped me in his arms

I felt like I was safe,

No insecurites could touch me;

He and I were the same.

I could feel the dopamine release,

as he pulled me closer.

No pressures to have sex,

just the cuddle closer.

Yes, I felt his print,

but only through the clothes it was under.

It felt so right; to be right there.

Covered in his love;

I couldn't help but stare.

He turned away quickly,

but he is beautiful nonetheless.

From his smooth chocolate skin,

to his freshly cut hair, 

to his smile that sent me wild,

even his stubbled chin hairs. 

I say all this to conclude he is not mine.

I didn't know it was possible, 

but I hate and love him all in one Line.