Warmth


Sometimes when I am in your arms, time slows. It is the best feeling and I want to stay in it. Sometimes when you dance me around to a slow song, I get lost in our moment. I feel the warmth of your body through your shirt and time slows to allow me to savor it. To let me linger in the goodness that is you.

You are like a small sun, my own star, and we are in orbit for a few hours. I radiate in your warmth and when you are gone, I find I have regenerated.

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