Spiked Hugs
It’s hard to explain or put to words
But it feels like those hugs are spiked
I know it may sound quite absurd
But I think maybe, they truly might
The tightest squeezes I’ve ever had
That relaxes me from head to toe
With no complaints just oh so glad
As it travels inside out to over flow
Even when many days have passed
Without the chance to be hugged
I close my eyes and feel the grasp
Floating high as if I were drugged
I wonder how that can actually be
When it is certainly after the fact
I don’t know, but feel quite lucky
And it shows in the silly way I act
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence Mcmillian | Year Posted 2011
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