The First Time I Knew You
You were warm.
I was cold.
Hard.
And you were warm.
Warm like a fleece blanket
Softening my insides in cozy embrace.
You were sweet
Like you knew me before you ever had to ask
Why I was me.
You felt me
Like the only thing I ever needed was to be touched
The way you touched me.
I could have lay down there forever
Wrapped up in your heart beat
That seemed to make a dance for me.
You were already waiting for me.
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