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Slipping

Slipping.
Falling.
Creeping into a sweet embrace.
So comfortable, yet so unknown.

Smiling.
Blushing.
Talking ourselves into familiarity.
You say the things my heart wishes to express.

Your arms convince me, quietly,
Into their soft, loving grasp.
Simply there to make me feel loved.
You seem to be there for me,
Unconditionally.

Speak to me as though I were yours.
In dreams I am.
Allow me one more perfect moment,
Your arms close around me,
Before you slowly slip away.



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