A Man Like Mine

My strength is found in the shelter of his arms—
a fortress and a refuge,
where the world fades and only we remain.
Yet within that strength,
there is a gentleness—
in the way his fingers trace my skin like scripture,
memorizing every line,
rewriting love in a language only we speak.

He is my protector,
My priceless masterpiece,
painted in the strokes of sacrifice, patience, and fire.
We are each other’s heart—
not halves, not echoes, but full and fierce,
the rhythm and the reason,
the inhale and exhale of a shared life.

The sculpted cut of his jaw,
the broad canvas of his back,
his chest—where I’ve laid my fears to rest—
these are the landscapes of my devotion.
My eyes drink him in like dawn—
like warmth returning after the longest night.

My fingers know his body like truth.
Like prayer.
Every inch, familiar and holy.
This is not just desire—
this is reverence.

You lead with quiet command,
guard me with unshaken loyalty,
love me with a fire that humbles and revives.
You are not just the man I love—
you are the man who makes love feel like home.

SK-

Bonus poem in honor of my heart… the one who gets me through. 💙

The Man in the Suit

Sharp as the crease in his slacks,
power in every purposeful step—
he walks like he owns the room,
because he does.
Mind like a weapon,
heart like a vault,
he builds empires in silence
and still remembers what I love in my coffee.

A man of war in a world of wolves,
he hunts with instinct,
kills with kindness when it suits him—
but never forget,
there’s steel behind that smile.

In his suit, he’s sculpted—
shoulders broad enough to carry burdens,
chest made to shield,
eyes that scan every angle—
not a move gets past him.

He’s the protector of his domain,
the king of his castle,
but his queen?
Oh, he places her high—
crown polished in devotion,
palms full of offerings,
not of riches alone,
but of time, tenderness, and undivided loyalty.

He gives me the world—
not because I ask,
but because he wants to.
Because in his world,
I am the axis,
the fire that keeps the empire warm.

And me? I rise beside him—
fierce and feminine,
his match in passion,
his peace in storm.
Together, we are strategy and soul,
power and poetry,
a force no wind can shake.

SK-

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