IN my lover’s arms

 When you hug me; please kiss my forehead and hold me tight in your arms. 

I don’t want to go anywhere. 

I know I claim fierce, but not tonight. 

My heart is willing to melt, 

just hold me tight. 

Tell that joke that makes me laugh. 

Don’t leave my hands. 

If I squeeze yours too tightly, 

just hug me again. 

Oh darling, I’ve been hiding my pains. Tonight, I don’t want to do that again. 

Not tonight, not ever. 

Call me by my first name. 

I want a feel of who I was 

before I became crazily tough, 

blocking out valid emotions. 

Call me yours. Baby, call me yours. 

I need affirmations,

 I need to be secure. 

I can smell your cologne. 

I can feel your biceps. 

I could feel the taste of your lips. 

I could be undone. 

I am willing. 

I would not run. 

Gone are the days when I walk

through the doors, 

frowning my face and saying no words. 

Tonight, I willing to become all yours. 

I want to be in your arms. 

Breaking down my strong walls. 

I could cry and say few words. 

And when your hand touches my chin, 

I know my lips would draw yours in. 

I would be vulnerable. 

Yes, I would be. 

Forgive me for shutting you out. 

Your arms are home enough. 

Category: Love. 

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