> I love the vulnerability of my man
when he’s at his lowest, in mind and body.
When he leans on my lap and relaxes, even for a moment,
that’s the truest form of him, and the one I love the most.
I feel it’s my responsibility to make him feel safe.
I want my lap to be his safest place in this world.
My love should be warm for him,
like a cup of hot chocolate on a winter evening.
May all his stress vanish like magic when he’s with me.
I pray that he feels the most comfortable in my presence.
Loving him slowly, but deeply, is my only intention.
Because he is the love of my life. ♡
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Cute and romantic this poem is warm and kind. Lovely
Thank you
You are most welcome Sree
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