A Knight Beside Me
I love the way he wants me.
He kisses my lips as if it’s the last time he’ll taste me,
like the last drop of water on a hot summer’s day.
His thirst is never quenched.
Dazed and confused, I emerge from a wonderland,
unsure of where or what or why.
Enveloped in his world,
I no longer know where I end and he begins.
He looks at me in ways I’ve only dreamed of,
seeing me for me—
all the flaws, the freckles, the faults—
and still, he comes back for more.
God, I love this man,
who speaks words that make my heart race in ways I’ve never felt before.
He makes my body shiver at his gentle touch,
a heart of gold, mind so pure, so complex.
My hero, my knight in shining armour, ready for war.
Ready to face the battles I fight within me,
with me. He stands tall,
waiting patiently,
ready.
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