he is the calm before the storm
and he is the eye of a hurricane.
while rushing winds roar all around me,
he is what keeps me steady and
on my feet amongst the
ferocious times around.
he is the sweet calmness
and you can tell by
the way his fingers
grab my sides sweetly
and his mouth travels d
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to places undiscovered
that he knows how to
appreciate and touch a
woman's body.

you kissed with such a mix of
tenderness and hunger that it
made me wonder how someone so
strong could suddenly be so
vulnerable and gentle.

and i know i said yes,
but i'm starting to think that
no would've been the correct answer.