Arms of Safety
All of him, every last flaw and Imperfection.
The way he moved across the room,
could be considered almost graceful.
As if there was a song playing that only he could hear.
He never missed a beat.
The way he kissed me,
Sometimes so soft and innocent,
and sometimes with a burning passion begging for more.
The way his burning skin pressed up against mine
while we were so perfectly intertwined.
Like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.
Like he was made for me and I him.
He was like a summer night,
hot against my skin and I never wanted him to end.
For the first time in a very long time,
I felt as if I belonged somewhere.
Comfort flooded my body when he held me
within his arms of safety.
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