Invitations of the Flesh

Invite me


The threshold

My strong, skilled

fingers tear

The clothes from your body

Make fists of your hair

How I would ravish you

Others see you as 


A thing to comfort

To placate

But I know how

You seek passion

Someone who knows

that you want to be

Held explored

As flesh not porcelain

Made to feel 

Rather than think

You do not fear

The implication of bruises

Fading like the day behind us

I am the divine masculine

Possessed of self knowledge



with the clarity

Of suffering



Engorged flesh

My gentle caramel eyes

How real am I 

To you now? 

I see the divine feminine 

Within you

No matter how you deny it

Would you survive

The grand storm

The burning star

Of my desire?


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