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Where did this need
Come from in me
This desire
To nuzzle
Snuggle
Feel you close
Feel you breathe
This prickle on my neck
Seeking
Ease
As you fingers
Tickle
And scratch
Playfully
Each hair on my head
Crying out to feel
Delight
In the kiss
Of your fingertips
As they brush by
This side
Exposed
Cold
Seeking
The fold
Of your body
Warm
Breathing
Alive
What is this new
Young
Voice
Rising up
Sick of being stuffed
And told she is wrong
Sick of being muted
Told to go along
With the independent me
Wanting to be
Seen
As strong
Never weak
Or in need
Wholly
Held
Contained
Satisfied
With just me
Well
She is here
Now what do I do?
Do I venture out
Vulnerable
Test the waters
See
If I can snuggle up to you?
Shut her down
Again?
Give her to God?
Let her stew?
No answers
Only questions
Come to me
Cold fingers
Type
Words
In solitude
When all I want
Is to cuddle you