Enfolding, enclosing, engulfing. . .You hold me so delicately firm. Standing behind my back, you place your chest against me, wrapping your arms around my arms and well figured torso. Your warm large hands covering my belly. You rest your lips against the backside of my neck so I can barely feel their curve, but the breath exiting you is unmistakably gentle, caressing the small untamed hairs at the nape of my neck. It is as if I can still feel you there, as if the moment is reclaimable.

Once again you hold me. Our stomachs touch, a heat forming between us. Your hand is on the lower curve of my back, your pinky resting just above my gluteal crevice, fingers spread wide apart so that your thumb is in my mid back over my rib cage. You press me against you, creating a safe and seductive haven for me between you and your hand. I want to live in that space, to forever be enclosed, engulfed, enfolded by your arms.