Gallant beast

My head rests on his breast –

sweet musky sweat.

His rough muscles a perfect complement to my softness.

A gentle soul when we’re out an about;

wise, kind, kinda funny when he wants to be.

A raging stallion back in bed;

a volcano exploding inside of me.

Like the sun slowly filling the morning sky

my heart swells when he walks by.

And when we touch

I know there is a God.

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