There is something about a man’s embrace, to be in his arms, surrounded by his strength.

I get so lost, drowning in him.

I would simply melt, gazing into his dark eyes, feeling his hot breath, lingering upon my lips.

I breathe him in, wanting to taste him in every possible way, so thoroughly intoxicated.

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And when you took my very breath, taking all of me, I would swoon, falling into you.

The way you would move within me, the intense look in your eyes, I just could not get enough.

To feel your bare flesh against mine, filling me with such warmth, transporting me.

I would run my nails down your back, clinging to you, as you would cradle me in your your strong arms, our bodies entwining, entangling like twin vines, climbing upon each other, so utterly ensnared.