My king πŸ‘‘

When I’m with him I feel I’m home
I can climb into his bed of love and in the morning I shall not only rise from sleep but from the eternal slumber of feeling I wasn’t worthy of someone’s love filled touch
My protector and saviour he didn’t save me from me I was on my way to that but he saved me from feeling that I could do it alone
My king he wears his crown so effortlessly never sliding of his curl filled head his not the strongest man, but his the strongest I’ve ever known, each kiss is eternal bliss
I could get lost in his big brown eyes he studies my every move as I’m his favourite book and each page opens up a different beginning and a new ending he can’t get enough
His love is my magnum opus…..
Cocoa rose 2016 (c) β€οΈπŸ’›πŸ’šπŸŒΉ

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