Where is he? Where is the man whose sweet smile can make me smile through my tears whose eyes can penetrate my soul whose arms will catch me when I fall whose shoulder I can bury my tears in whose mind I can fill with my worries, hopes, and dreams Where is he? Where is the man whose mouth will send a shiver of desire down my spine whose eyes burn with passion as mine do whose arms can hold me, even when I resist whose shoulders will bruise when I hit them in a rage whose voice can coax me into doing anything he wants Where is he? Where is the man that will cry on my shoulder that will tell me his worries, hopes, and dreams that I can take care of as he takes care of me that I can read with just a look that I will hold when he resists that is mine, and mine only Where is he?
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