To kiss his imperfections..
To swallow his needs.. And
Digest his wants....
And release his desires..
His stress is gone..
Everything before this moment is merely a blur..
The tone..his grip and the look in his eyes shows her it's real..
You're special to him...and you will know it
Fuck what happened..who did it and why...
Just like a laboring mother who's finally delivers..exxxxxxhaaale!
He's real...Your King has arrived
Open your eyes and release your past..the hurt..the pain...
He's not that...he is love...he is real..he is...YOURS.
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