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As one pulls them close

Hold them near

Gently gliding

In their world

Gush of warmth

Touch of hair

Fragrant breath

One has known for years

All comes back

Threatens to flood

Thoughts just freeze

Hang midair

Amidst all this

One thing stands clear

Call it belonging

Affection or comfort

It never will be enough

And never too much