Warm

Tired.

Yearning for more.

But I have You,

with your warm arms wrapped

so safely around me.

I'm falling, but then

warmth.

You catch me, and

I'm ok.

Warmth, love and belonging

seeps into my skin.

Warmth, I feel it now.

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