Saturday, July 14, 1990

Contentment

Caressing your hands, opening my heart to you.
Never doubting my decision to trust you implicitly.
Enticing are your arms,
Never weak or trembling.
But always meltingly warm and soft to my touch.
Enveloping me in their comfort and strength,
Not letting me down when I have needed them.
Telling you my heart’s dreams in complete trust.

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