That time of the year is approaching where hugs get warmer and love seems stronger. The crisp air of fall has subsided with a smooth ease into the cold break of winter. I crave your touch a little more than usual at this time of the year. I imagine being wrapped up and entangled in your blankets, feelings the warmth of my skin against yours; protecting me from all the air that does not support out cozy moment. My hand trails the outline of your face, runs against your jawline and comes back up against the rim of your ears. Our eyes are locked and I'm staring at you with all the love in my heart. I know you understand and I receive the same state back. We both smile. He is handsome. He is milk chocolate. He is love. Completing me and filling me with all his glory. He is the black man that carries my world on his shoulders. I love him, and he knows it.
