An emotional utensil....

How a man so skilled at taking control can leave no lasting impression of dominance at all… only peace.

The crowd talks about what he can do to your body, but never what he does for your mind.

The way his presence softens the noise...

...the way his arms convince your nervous system it can finally stand down.

Then somewheres in there between his strength and your surrender.... you maybe realize the rarest gift wasn’t the passion ...

....it was the sleep that followed.

The kind where your guard drops without asking because your little spoon is completely safe.


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