cuddling - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
In the darkness our cuddles are feel like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. I wish I could extend the night just so I could stay close to you for longer, safe in your embrace. Your arms wrapped right around me bring a peace I've never known before, a calming of the storms in my heart. I think it's you that gives me hope for the future. In your embrace I start to believe that there is nothing out there to fear, that all there is is sunshine, beautiful trees and kind people - friends to be. But then you leave, often before the sun is fully risen in the sky and I must stand alone again, be my own person. Your cuddles are the only medicine I need, they are the light in the darkness, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky.
Ryan, your cuddles are the only antidote I have to this world. Leave me and you take the best part of me with you. Without you I'm not me anymore, I'm a broken shell of someone who could have loved you forever. So wrap me in your arms and never let go, keep me safe and warm. In return I'll never let go of you, love you, defend you, keep you safe. If in all this cold universe there is only you I can truly love, it is enough. You are the spark to my flame, the one who keeps me burning when logic decries my light should have been extinguished long ago.
Just as the first bite of cold wind creeps under my night-shirt Sarah's hand moves around my middle, warm and soft. In seconds her body is moulded to my own, sharing her body heat as easily as she shares her heart. I could never let another close to me like this, but she's so different. I've never known a person to always have the right motivations, even when she's wrong. There's a purity to her, naivety perhaps, but she's the only flower in the meadow for my eyes.
Cuddled into the front of the woman was a young child, too big to be a baby but still very young. For the most part he kept his head buried in her woollen jacket, his black tufty hair sticking out behind like he'd just woken up from a long nap. His fingers curled into the fabric, not clasping it tightly, but just enough to reassure him they were staying together in this strange place. Against his red jacket his black skin was flawless, beautiful. India wanted to scoop him up, to give him a hug of her own, but she knew that would never do. She wasn't his mother and that's all he wanted, so long as he had her everything was going to be alright.
"This movie is dumb." Branston whines for the fifth time.
"Don't be such a girl," I wrap my arms around his torso and hug him close. "I bet you're tired," I say as his arms encircle my waist and his head lolls to my shoulder.
"Maybe," he murmurs with a tiny sigh. I smile happily as a few minutes in to the movie he goes limp.
They'd known each other all their lives and cuddled every time they saw one another. Now that they were at kindergarten together that would be everyday.
When they finally clasped each other in a warm, slow and luxurious hug, they felt all oppositions to their love had melted. His chests rising and falling against her back, their breaths in unison, and the warm blood that they could feel in each others' embrace.
"Don't look so sad." I poke Alex's nose and hold him close, brushing a strand of dark brown hair away from his face. He sniffs dejectedly and buries his face in my chest. "Let's watch a movie." I stand up and put in the DVD player and join him back on the couch. He eagerly wraps his arms around my waist, once again burying his head in my chest. "Isn't this better?" I ask at the middle of the movie. I look down and see that he was half asleep, his eyes opening at my question. He barely nods, his eyes slipping closed.