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My soul is overwhelmed
His words have a way of comfort to my bones
His touch guides me along when I don’t feel seen
He sees me
I’m like a painting that he explores
Methodically he covers each corner
His hands delicately open me up
His mouth by way of words, makes me feel loved again
His mouth by way of touch, makes me feel desirable
These emotions swirl inside my body
But he puts them at ease
He sees me, he is comfort
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