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Her arms are inviting yet I step back and shrug

Weary of inciting an innapropriate hug

Resembling affection thus far too reckless

Focus instead on the stones in her necklace

My stomach may ache yet I won't partake in her delights

Though they arouse the most suppressed of appetites

Snug in her hugs so much like drugs and sweetly released

'Til my clothing is creased by this welcoming feast

To feel so important and such a priority

Souls such as hers are but a minority

For when my words are most bitterly toxic

She calms with compassion quite paradoxic

I ponder the bonds of fondness she's built

And quietly tucked in the warmth of a quilt

Some may fail to fathom the tears she's shed for them

Extending hopeful friendship while refusing to condemn

With peaceful demeanor amd proper poise

Keenly discerning my words through the noise

No sooner has misery dripped from my lips

Than her flesh refreshes and such thoughts are eclipsed

As crimson ribbons turn to maps to God's gaseous lamps

And she bends to kiss my crown and leaves a gentle stamp

Despite tumultuous times and early morning chimes

Like peppermint purchased with nickels and dimes