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Sep 2013
Strength
He is steel
Anger flares easily
With grip so strong
yet underneath
He is gentle and kind
He makes me feel how I feel
When I feel freshly cut grass
beneath my feet
Relaxed and content

His eyes light my life
with passion and joy
when we're together
His eyes twinkle as he teases
They can quickly turn black
As the ocean at midnight
Frightening but controlled

His lips brushed mine
Tenderly, firmly, deeply
His hands hold me tight
At my hips
At my waist
At my neck
At my thighs

His mind runs rampade
Always one step ahead of mine
I can never know what he wants next

His heart pounds loudly
I can hear it over my own
It almost seems to set the pace
I have to keep up

His soul is beautiful
His mind is dark
His heart is mine
Tabitha Sullivan
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Tabitha Sullivan  Maine
(Maine)   
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