I am a forge, and you are my coals.
You are the embers which the fire my my love sultrily
Laps and caresses, the inferno which we
Use to heat the steel that is you and me
Each embrace, a fan of the bellows
Each kiss, a blow from a mighty hammer
Striking and molding our future together
Each swing…

He writes me poetry.
What more could I ask for?

I love you, B.


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This is so fucken accurate it’s unreal.

actually so accurate :’)