The essence of him

The essence of him

There are no words to describe the feeling of his essence.

His scent was toxic.  The kind that I looked for it when it wasn’t there.
Eyes that saw into my soul, and striped me naked of any existing barriers.
The warmth of his strong hands framing my face when he readied himself to kiss me was like nothing I’ve experienced in this life. I felt safe. I felt home.
Shared moments with no words.
Staring intensely into each others eyes, sharing smiles and the knowing of the pain trying to break free.
His essence makes me want to be a better woman…a better human…to have my true spirit shine.
And for that I will never let him go.

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