Breathe
Sonnie Wolf
So, I didn’t; he did.
My walls shattered, leaving me
Exposed,
Naked
and Vulnerable.
Now I’m blinded by the lights reflecting off the shards of glass.
He sweeps in and sweeps me up,
rebuilding my walls with his
tattooed arms,
hungry eyes
and powerful lips that whisper,
“just breathe.”
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