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By sweetness Date: 2002 Jan 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.21.17.56.14853]] |
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My safe place is his shoulder the crook where it meets his neck and his skin there draws the sweetest of his fragrance an elixir that soothes me when I hurt. His voice washes over me like rainfall on parched soil it's treble seeps through my pores and tells my racing heart to slow that I am safe. There is no need to flee or fight no danger in day or night that he can't save me from. My reassurance is in his arms that close around me he is my warrior against the world. |