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She’s no faux velveteen. In her lace licked, sling back leather strap. Down to business. Kiss my Miss demeanor. She’s neon nuclear with an exposed agenda and crimson crushing velvet lips. To crane wrecking ball, your hung up hunger. Into a pretty prey, ball-busting buffet.
— @TotalitarianRex, the only man who turns ordinary days into poetry. You are the calm in my chaos, the heat in my breath. The reason the world suddenly glows in colors it never knew before. With a single glance, you ignite something deep. . .
In your arms, time slows. The noise fades. And all that remains is us—Heart to heart, skin to skin, soul to soul.
You don’t just make the world beautiful…You are the firelight in winter. The ocean when it kisses the shore. The stillness after a storm.
@TotalitarianRex [I replace your hand with my own. Massaging, rolling, kneading the tense muscles of your neck and shoulders. Because even my white knight deserves to be taken care of.]
You. . .you, are my light.
@TotalitarianRex as my fingertips appreciate the soft ridges or your muscled torso.]
If heaven is a place, it would be found right here. With you. Wrapped in nothing but soft linen and between shared breaths.
@TotalitarianRex [Words so smooth and warm, enveloping my suddenly skipping heart while your arms draw me ever closer. It’s the adoring strength in them that makes me feel safe, at home. I can never fight the way I lean into your touch, lips curled up at the corners —
@TotalitarianRex I never have motivation to leave this bed when waking up to you every morning.
[My legs intertwine with yours more, as though it were even possible. Heavy eyelids finally open, meeting your love-filled gaze as you pull away slightly. My lips meeting yours, aching for a kiss.]