It’s not quite sex
But it is passion
I call it “arming”
It’s tender and sweet
Aligning myself next to her
Gently rubbing her arm as she sleeps
It’s light and feathery
A message of love not lust
She smiles slightly
Knows I’m there
As soon as I see her expression
I fall back into slumber without a care
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