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I feel he has created this kind of comfort that I’ve always lacked A sense of security without feeling pressured to stay A welcoming rather An invitation to touch his soul He creates this sense of history that is just developing but feels centuries old He holds me with a strength that goes deeper than the definition in his biceps He smiles with his whole heart that his dimples climb to reach his eyes Which burn with an intensity of crashing waves in the ocean He makes me feel warm. And he's extended the offer of adoration that I willingly accept and give in return.
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Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
The invitation to adore him
I feel he has created this kind of comfort that I’ve always lacked A sense of security without feeling pressured to stay A welcoming rather An invitation to touch his soul He creates this sense of history that is just developing but feels centuries old He holds me with a strength that goes deeper than the definition in his biceps He smiles with his whole heart that his dimples climb to reach his eyes Which burn with an intensity of crashing waves in the ocean He makes me feel warm. And he's extended the offer of adoration that I willingly accept and give in return.
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Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
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