Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing

Electric Blanket

When I wake up in warmth,

I think about you.

wrapped in your welcoming arms,

their kindness, like a kiss,

felt in a way I almost can’t describe.

It feels insanely romantic,

essential and expressive,

luscious,

in a language only we can understand.

Your hands are always on my waist,

in a way,

hopeful, nostalgic muscle memory,

and the world seems more like somewhere I belong,

when I remember that you belong there too.

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