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Category: Life
My Armando
In these eyes I see everything that awaits me.
I see everything he has to give.
And on those hands lie a story within the lines and contrast.
Without a weapon he wounds me. With a word he rebuilds me.
And outside these defenses, he continues to love me.
Like a key in it’s lock, I fit perfectly in his arms.
He is close and he is soft with every touch and embrace.
His scent is sacred to my senses and in it, I am untouchable.
Time has unfolded our story as we have unfolded secrets.
We have what the world wishes for.
What so many would die for and will probably never find.
But it’s ours... and in every way, it's real.
Happy 2 Year Anniversary, baby. I love you.
4:24 PM
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