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Feb 2019
His left arm
The arm closest to his heart
Was placed beneath my head
Supporting me
His right arm
His dominant arm
Was embracing my torso
Protecting me
I’ve never felt so satisfied
Wrapped tightly
Knotted in his warmth and strength
Nothing can hurt me
Not here
Not in this moment
Not so long as he’s around
“His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and does of the field, do not arouse love until it so desires.” - Song of Solomon 2:6-7
Grace E
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Grace E  28/F/Probably a coffee shop
(28/F/Probably a coffee shop)   
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