Warm arms drew me close.
Warm arms held me near.
Warm hands cuddled me tenderly.
Warm hands comforted me.
Warm hands embraced me dearly.
I melted like butter in the oven.
I am refreshed, rejuvenated by these here warm hands.
A word, a glance, a thought, a gesture. Speculating on what is, what is going to be, what might be.