His hands on my skin, oh so gentle, yet so demanding. In his arms I felt at peace; with myself and with the world.
If this is sin, then why does every touch of his feel like heaven?
A love so soft, so gentle.
With his lips on my neck and his name on my tongue, everything felt so right; like everything was going to be okay.
Safe, in his arms he protects me from the world and myself. Putting me back together piece by piece, kiss by kiss.
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