It's the way she says my name. It's the way her eyes draw me in. It's the way I'm able to rest into her comfortably and feel at home. It's the way she drapes her beautiful bare legs over mine. It's the way she makes me feel completely uninhibited and free. It's the way her tenderness and care is consistent towards me. It's the way she sends me her love daily and the way she makes me laugh. It's the way she looks like me. It's the way we make love...
Is this the same woman?
No...but all are deserving of all I can give. They are women that seek more within themselves. Women that have usually found their greatness unnoticed by those that should. The broken looking for rest and healing. I am just as broken.
She is the love of my life. To her I surrender my body and soul when the moment calls. She is my greatest muse. The woman I get lost into...because she allows it. She has me smitten...
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