Promising Embrace

And even in my hushed self,
I bear a volcano of expressions,
Words unsaid,
Emotions yet to be conveyed,
Counting the moments and hours and days,
Only to erupt,
When my form shall be enveloped,
In your promising embrace.......

Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

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