From Strength

You’re so strong, my love—

a quiet storm contained

within the shelter

of your arms.

I surrender softly,

breath trembling

like leaves caught

in gentle thunder,

your strength pressing

truth into my skin,

telling stories

that only flesh

can understand.

I adore the weight

of your hands,

the way you hold me

with just enough force

to remind me

I am yours,

just enough tenderness

to show me

I am cherished.

Every touch

whispers strength,

every glance speaks

quiet confidence.

You lift me

beyond myself,

holding me suspended

in blissful vulnerability.

You’re so strong—

and each day

I love you more,

falling willingly

beneath the silent

majesty of your power,

safe in the knowledge

that to be yours

is to be gently broken,

sweetly rebuilt,

always adored.