In His Arms

 

 

In His arms...
i feel loved, protected, and cherished.
In His arms...
the outside world ceases to exist.
In His arms...
i am kept safe from all things.
In His arms...
i am putty for Him to mold me as He sees fit.
In His arms...
i can keep the world at bay.
In His arms...
i am the happiest i have ever been.

His growls may make me want to run and hide...
But it's only in His arms that i will run and hide in.
His growls may make others quack and shake in their shoes...
But They don't me.
No Matter what else He may be or is...
He is my Sir and i love Him as he is!!

 

 

Page made for Sir Traumaplate by dustirose on December 14, 2015
Words by dustirose.
Image by timid.