I crave to he held, extremely tight. I want to completely relax, lay down my armor, and let go of my sword under the strength of a pair of strong arms. I want to feel the excitement and ecstasy of a pair of rough hands caressing me, protecting me, touching me, exploring my body, and claiming it with every move.
I want to be held so tight that all my broken pieces are put back together.
When I go to pull away in fear, doubt, and uncertainty, I want those strong arms and hands to hold me securely and not let me go, reassuring me that I’m not alone, that a warrior stands at my side, guards my back, and stares down any approaching danger.
I’ve rarely ever felt safe in this world. But those few times have ALWAYS involved a hug.
I don’t let strangers hug me, but I desperately crave hugs from and for those I love.
Till next time,