beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, strength, women

Lift

Lift the iron

Throw the fist

Until my demons

Are dismissed

Feel the pump

Of burning red

And thoughts 

Of you

Writhe in my

Head

Your thighs

I part

With callused hand

Fuck you until

You understand

A criminal

To charm the

Severest jury

Little girl

You will grow

To love my fury

My hand will hold

At the nape of your neck

My gruff voice

Has you growing wet

You ask permission

I say

Not 

Yet

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