His presence – sweetly invasive

He carries his lofty frame with gentle intimidation

Then he rubs his smile all over you

His teeth — a set of washed white

He’s here now –his eyes roaming my petite frame

He draws me close – with slow certainty

Then he wraps his arms around me – with counted energy

The strength from his hands – bullies my own

Reducing me into a rubble of smitten beauty

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