A HUG

A HUG
A special kind of hug from you,
The moment we meet, face to face,
A Hug
Before we go to sleep,
A Hug
When we say goodbye,
A Hug
The warmth of your body,
When pressing against each other,
A Hug
The rush of that silent ecstatic vibe,
Electrifying through each other,
A Hug
The calmness between our two souls,
A Hug
The feeling of time just begging to sit still,
For just that few seconds longer,
A Hug
Those unspoken mutual words,
A Hug
To then be torn away,
So quickly from each other,
A Hug
Until that next moment comes again,
A smile so big,
that it makes you glow,
All this,
Just from that one,
Hug

-A HUG.

© By HF -Whisper
2/2/2020

The hot hug of Aries
Passionate hug of Taurus
Witty hug of Gemini
Lingering hug of Cancer
Snug hug of Leo
Ardent hug of Virgo
Romantic hug of Libra
Caring hug of Scorpio
Classic hug of Sagittarius
Intimate hug of Capricorn
Articulate hug of Aquarians
Compassionate hug of Pisces
All hugs are well placed
No hug is to be overlooked!

Hug big...hug good
I know you'd hug me everyday if you could
I missed our hug
Whole body hug
A not just anybody hug
A somebody loved hug
A wide open hug
A tops of your fingers to my toes hug
I needed a hug
I missed your hug
I would hug you everyday if I could.

The hug you gave me was special.
I’m a connoisseur of hugs,
So I would know.

It was not the side hug.
What a horrible invention.
The awkward hug.
The hug that doesn’t want to hug.

It was not the friend hug.
A pleasant hug,
But around the shoulders.
Quick and sometimes embarrassed.

It was not the family hug.
Tight and close.
It’s full and comforting,
The best of hugs.

I’m not sure what you gave me.
Not a hug, more like a gift.
Jumping into my arms
Like you needed them.
When it was I who needed you.

Your soft cheek on mine,
Arms thrown around my neck,
my fingers on your waist
like they already knew the lines.

You gave me joy
standing on tip-toes.

New hug of life
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
And my love for me…
Is growing again…
Something happening again…
A precious life coming again…
My wings are spread out again…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…..
I feel like heart is popping out…




feeling like a crazy shout…
My heart is out of fear…
On a path of new dreams
My destination appears…
New hug of life… …
for a sky dive.. .
feeling like a wave alive…
dancing in the sky…
This is my pry…..
I greet my self..
I meet my self…
Cause in my struggle….
I am thrive….
Life is growing on my side…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
Courage lies within my heart…
My words are enough to spark…
My eyes were searching
.. for the new life…
A precious life.. without strife…
Life embrace me and give me…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
New life door reopened. …
Too many dreams were broken..
Now its trying to change life again…
Yet how much less it were to gain
My love for me is growing again..
A precious life coming again..
New hug of life..
I feel alive…
And my love for me is growing again..
New hug of life…..
New hug of life….

I'm craving a man-hug tonight,
initiated by strong arms picking up my under weight body
letting me believe I'm re-enacting the lift from ***** dancing.
And as those arms hold me close
I would bury my face in his neck
where after shave meets his soft pulse and the warmth of my breath.
This hug would be so tight,
tight enough to squeeze the pain out of my soul
and be incredibly protective at the same time
beating away the nightmares of reality late at night.
A hug that draws out all the tears that should have been cried
until my eyes run dry
and start shedding all the rejection accumulated throughout this plight.
An unconditional man-hug with its ends free,
one not subjected to a **** in my mouth
a cigarette
*****
a cigarette
couple of poems
insomnia
and a cold bed.
I crave for a man-hug that will liberate me
from the pathetic standards I've set for myself,
of how I should be treated before handing a piece of me in exchange.
One that would numb the little voice in my head
which goes on and on
about self-deprecating *******
bundling together all the mistakes made over the years
and spanking my self-confidence
until it dresses up in a short skirt and high heels
and runs into the arms of a narcissist *****.
A man-hug to step in and save the day
when loneliness breaks in,
and murders empowerment, independence and positivity in their sleep,
then opens the door to insecurity and fear,
who robs all hope,
leaving behind intolerable darkness.
I crave for a man-hug that follows through to the end
with stability and consistency,
like mom's cooking or my best friend,
or daddy's instant reaction to defend.
One that's tangible and attainable
without twirling my fingers around forgotten jewellery,
phone messages
or a drunk memory
just to remind myself what it felt like,
but only to be reminded that it can never be felt again.
Though I'm craving a man-hug tonight
I will have no luck.
Because anything with "man" in front of it,
will always just be a ****.

A message for Elsa
Please won't you be

Won't you be
My hug Bud-ee?

We can hug in the night
And during the day

We are loving friends
And its okay

If you have a boyfriend

We are just hugging anyway

We share a concern
For each other

And to show how
We love one another
In our special way

We love to hug
And this is okay

One hug
Two hugs
Three or Four

We care for
Each other
So much
Let's just hug some more

I'm so huggable
And so are you

Just look at what
These hugs can do

We are laughing
And smiling
Because hugs feel good

You should try hugging to
You really should

Elsa will you forever be
Forever be
My hug buddy?

Would you care
For a fruit bowl
Maybe a yogurt cup?

I'll make some good food
To fill you up

I'm thankful for
The loving comments
You write

And I'm not embarrassed
To say

I think of giving you a hug
When I squeeze my pillow
At night

A warm and caring person
Is what you are

And my how your
Eyes shine
Like the north star

I'm grateful
To have you
As a friend

You are my hug buddy

And my hugs
To you I send

I've been told that a catapiller wrapped snuggly in it's cacoon like the bed-time burrito of my youth feels very simular to the feeling i give when i hug. I've been told that i squeez just right, with the warmth of a summer night. I've been told I hug like a lover seeing her soldier for the first time in years. The few people i hug ask me how i hug so well.
I don't.
I hug with the pain of yesterday.
I hug with the scars on my wrists and the blood on my legs.
I hug with the overdoses, the addictions, the emptyness, the abondonment.
When i hug, i send a message.

Hug me until i feel okay. Hug me because the pain goes away between your arms
Hug me because between your arms i feel safe,
I swear i never felt that way.
Hug me and tell me everything is going to be okay
Hug me and tell me that you will always be there for me
Hug me and tell me how beautiful i was yesterday
Hug me and tell me that you want me as much as I want you.
Hug me and tell me about your fears
Hug me and tell me how much i am important
Hug me and tell me how much you love me.

My arms wrapped around you, yours around me.
We stand together in our now natural hug.
Although my height is sometimes a challenge
You feel warm; your back is straight and toned.

How does our hug feel from your side?
Does my back feel firm or yielding?
What is the sensation under your fingers?
Of the fabric next to my skin, my undergarments?

Our hug is just one
Of a striking variety we receive in a lifetime
From friends, lovers, family, near-strangers
An act seemingly simple but in truth, complex

The first hug you remember from childhood: your Mum
Warm and safe, and maybe a little squeezed
But her blouse is soft, and her arms reach around you nearly twice.
You are so small, and she is so big.

Your teen-age years, acquaintances: single arm hug
Air kisses, a quick pat, a gentle rub
It’s social hugging to keep up appearances
Feeling awkward, you’d rather shake hands

Your first true love – long, grasping, gasping embraces
That leave invisible marks on your clothing and skin underneath
A desire for another, the promise of more
Maybe in future, the touch of your fingertips on clothing-free skin.

Again a hug from your Mum, 40 years after her first
The alignment is different; somehow she has shrunk
Still warm and safe, yet with a different body tone
A kiss on her cheek is soft to your lips – a hug to last the ages.

Loving you has broken me apart
All I need is one hug to get myself back together.
I can't feel the warmth of life since you left all I need is one hug from you to find the sun that once inside me.
These lonely nights are sleepless and lonely all I need is one more hug , just one more hug and I promise to sleep for all eternity or at least till the end of my eternity.
I just need that moment when your heart beats along with mine and the worlds stops and all light turns to us. I say again all I need is one last hug and I'll let you go , just one more hug , one more time to call you mine that's all I ask for one more hug in one more night.