Sometimes as we lie in bed
I wish loving arms
Would encircle me from behind
And fill me with peace and quiet
Loving, gentle, kind
I wish loving arms
Held me tight and near
In a cocoon made of trust
Without tension or fear
I wish loving hands
Touched me without desire
Offering calm fulfillment
Without the burning fire
I wish loving hands
Gently stroked my hair
And said,
Whenever you need us
You’ll always find us there
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