As I hover over her precious body.
the smell of her hair as I run my fingers through it.
The taste of her skin makes my tongue dance behind my lips.
I press my ear against her lovely chest listening to her heartbeat.
I can feel my pulse rise.
It is her presence.
It is the only thing that keeps my demons satisfied.
She makes me feel drunk and in love.
I feel my heart melt as I persuade the woman laying next to me.
She is of such beauty.
She has charmed my heart.
How can those eyes of hers ever love A creature such as myself.
A creature of a man like me.
A man who has been hurt.
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