To grab hold. 

Alone in bed I think of her. 

The contours of my pillow make her body. 

I squeeze her lower back. 

My fingers grip her smooth, soft tummy. 

I bite her ear. 

Holding her is warmth. 

Calmness. 

Peaceful. 

Her warm eyes say the words. 

They draw me close. 

Every kiss is x a 1,000. 

To grab hold is real. 

Happiness abounds.