You were a gust of wind, and I a heated beam
Melting off all the debris, to find
A lion with trimmed fur, tame, clean and
Untouched. You burrowed your way into my heart
Smiling innocently, your claws retracted
Wrestling me to the ground with your
Strength. Cooling me down with your tongue
Lapping away my tears
My fear.
This was our beginning.
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