arms - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
In that simple moment he wrapped his arms around me and I let my head rest upon his chest. All my thoughts stopped as if my heart took over from my head every time we were close. Next he would squeeze as if he needed to check I was really there with him, really there and really real... and I was, body and soul. I doubt anyone else ever felt the way I do about his arms, though I pity them if they did love this much and lost, because moving on isn't easy.
He leant back momentarily, pulling up his sleeves. His forearms were streaked with green veins that sat comfortably on his silky olive skin. The beauty spots that speckled them jumped at me when he clenched his fists, the veins pulsating with concentration.
His arms held me in my place and I winced. They felt like the metal bars that could hold me down as I tumbled down a roller coaster or an anaconda that could squeeze my spirit out of my nostrils. His arms were my tragic hero.