Hugging you

How is it possible that your absence

makes this world louder, leaves a glaring noise?

How is it that I crave your touch, but wince

at the thought of being touched by someone else?

Deep brown eyes hold promises of something

unfamiliar, something true, wicked.

I whisper mischievous thoughts, blushing,

still surprised I've let my guard be lifted.

You have slipped past every, single defense,

and fit like a glove, right next to my heart.

Sometimes we'll fight, but always with intense

passion, there's no malice, an unique art.

Only in your arms could I find comfort,

Only in your arms, I cease to suffer.