beauty, love, lust, poetry, women

Apodyopsis

Do you get homesick

For a place you’ve

Never been to?

I write words

To enshrine you

In glistening

Lithe robes of

Beauty

This literary

Apodyopsis

Only the boldest

Women

Walk to where

My cave is

No fear

My hands are rough

Strong

But they open you 

To a love 

To a list

As healing

As the most divine

Hurt

A ravishing dream

Where you awake

Bruised and aching

Hungry

For 

More

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