Savage Love
Oh your cuddles, those snuggles;
Oh what savage love
in so gentle a touch;
There is no room for doubt,
I know how far you would go for me;
You are my sweater weather
wrapping me in your just right affection;
A ruthless blend of hurricane air
saving the gentle storm eye for me;
Protective, possessive;
Gale forces in every direction,
oh what savage love;
Anything targeting me deflected
by the strength of your embrace;
Not the shield, the destruction;
You are the disturbance.
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