That's all I look forward to every single morning.
He may be mostly skin and bones,
But his hugs are beyond compare.
They're perfect.
Whenever he reaches out to me one,
I cherish each step into it.
From the moment we walk towards each other with arms stretched wide,
To when his hands take my shoulders to pull me in close,
And when we fall apart to carry on;
All of it is perfection.
I never get many of them,
But each one feels like it lasts more than it should.
The smell of fabric softener on his cloths,
The way his dirty blond hair is pushed up in the front from him constantly playing with it,
And the way he smiles and laughs all the time makes a bad day perfect again.
His Atlantic eyes dorwn you,
And before you realize it,
You have lost every thought.
He may be a twig, 
And that is surely okay.
All I know is he has a body built for the most perfect hugs.