Shall I wriggle my way under your arm,
Your open heart to hold,
Warm your body with my own
and caress your waiting soul
I’ll place my head on your shoulder,
Run my fingers through your hair,
And be silent as I feel you,
Blessed with gentle kisses everywhere.
Let’s enjoy this precious moment,
For if we only know,
There might never be another one,
If God calls me or you. ~ from the author of 500 Confessions
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