I offer you my arms, you run to me and take refuge there. Cheek against chest, warmth surrounds you. Hands rest on the small of your back, fingers almost at your hips. I hold you tightly for a long time, smelling your hair, feeling your warmth, and accepting the weight of you into me. I whisper something, but you do not hear me. I close my eyes, and smile softly.
When we detangle our embrace, I grin happily, almost as a kind of protection from the meeting of our eyes. I say goodbye and go about my day. The connection steams off of me for hours, and trails me like streamers until the last little bits of confetti swirl up into the air behind me.
It is a pleasure to celebrate the wonder and beauty of you.
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That is lovely