For love that burns with quiet certainty—
A woman whole, secure within her skin,
Whose strength flows outward from the fire within.
I crave her touch, both fierce and tender-sweet,
Where passion and serenity complete
Each other in a dance of give and take,
As waves upon the shore that crash and break.
To be beheld by eyes that truly see,
Not just the surface, but the depths of me;
A Queen who reads the chapters of my soul
And helps me understand my story whole.
When darkness clouds my vision, let her light
Remind me of my worth, restore my sight.
I need her truth, unvarnished, crystal clear—
The mirror of her heart to hold me near.
Let me be canvas for her artistry,
A playground where her spirit wanders free.
Each touch an exploration, each embrace
A journey to some new discovered place.
And in return, I long to be the key
That sets her hidden essence wild and free—
To witness as she blooms in sacred space,
Embodied in her power, filled with grace.
Let us dive deep beneath the masks we wear,
Where vulnerability leads us to dare.
Two souls entwined in love's eternal flow,
Until the seas of time cease ebb and go.
For what I crave transcends the physical—
A love both earthly and mystical:
Two spirits merged in perfect symmetry,
Dancing through time toward infinity.
In her fierce heart, I seek my sanctuary;
In my strong arms, she finds her mystery.
Together whole, apart yet intertwined,
Two souls in sacred union, rare to find.
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