Sweeter
His lips are my savior
His touch my substance,
His eyes are my evening sky
Guiding me into his arms, home
His arms are my blanket,
Keeping all things out
Allowing only love and warmth within.
There is no safer place but here in his arms
His lips soft and tender
I drink his sweet kisses
A drop of dew falls upon my lips as we stand in the rain,
And he removes its with a simple, soft kiss
My temperature rises when I see him,
The reflection of the heat in his eyes
Makes my pulse quicken,
Our joining all the sweeter, all the sweeter
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