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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