Tightly gripped,

Arms bulging as the muscles intertwine around you,

Your own personal hiding place,

The door that only you have to keys to,

Heat from my breathe on your neck,

Words without spoken voice,

Out of all the places to be,

This is both our choice,

Safety from everything,

My arms your sanctuary of feeling,

Its a premonition of longevity,

You know just what the dealer is dealing,

A triangle of continuity,

Christ the finish line,

Allowing Him to encircle us there,

Following His plans and signs,

Yearning for a moment,

To feel the embrace one more,

Time is a bitter enemy,

And days apart our cheapened chore,

Tomorrow on the hopscotch,

One step closer to the next,

Separation guarantees,

Every time will always be the best,