he holds me so gently,
even when i want him to be rougher with me.
he's always so careful
and considerate.
he lets me hold him gently as well,
and it makes me feel happy.
he makes me feel safe,
makes me feel pleasure,
makes me feel so warm.
love with a man is like a cool blue flame,
rather than love with a woman,
which is more alike a warm blanket.
it's intense,
it wraps around me like a coil,
but it burns so bright.
he makes me feel loved with his actions,
rather than relying on words.
it's something i can appreciate.
... i am using my shirt from my visit to him tonight
as a pillow, because the lingering scent
of him and his home still clings to it.
his scent is like warmth,
it is sweet and musky.
it smells like clean dog fur and detergent.
(it's far more pleasant than it sounds.)
i love him.
i love him so,
so much.
love with him is something i have never felt before,
but it is truly amazing.
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