As I grasp two handfulls
Of the sturdy, yet soft cotton fabric
Of your sweater
I can smell your scent, so intoxicating
Soothing mixture of after shave,
Perspiration, masculinity
Enfolding me, comforting me
And for the moment
Nothing exists for me but you
A moment of calm
In the storm that is reality
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