Glomp!

I'm sitting on the edge of our bed,
and you're sitting in a chair.
With the television droning,
you look at the ground and stare.

It's coming. You feel it,
and I feel it too.
It's coming. Tension.
Our hearts pump faster.

You crack a smile -
like a track pistol.
I begin to dart full speed
straight towards you.

You manage to turn half-way
before being smothered
by my arms, as they wrap
delicately around your body.

That is what I love,
That is love.
Glomp.