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"His"


 

 

He is the beauty in the roughness.

He is the sweetest in the tartness.

He is the brightness in the dark.

He is the passion in the heart.

He is my love.

 

This tenderness has flooded me.

Like a hurricane.

This adoration has swept me off my feet.

Like a tornado.

This infatuation has shaken me up.

Like an earthquake.

This Intimacy is drowning me.

Like a tsunami.

This love is his.

 

His touch is as soft and gentle

As a rose petal.

His hold is as warm and inviting

As the bed at night.

His lips are as smooth and enticing

As delicious cake icing.

His smile is as bright and beautiful

As an early morning sunrise.

He is perfection.

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