love, lust, poetry, sex

Vessel

I know

What your

Silences

Mean

The ceaseless

Writhing

And I offer up

The strength

To make it

Stop

My fingers

Biting into

The meat of your 

Shoulders

Pinning you

Staking my claim

My will

Overwhelming

Feel your pleasure

Overwhelming

Your guilt

My furious

Understanding

As my lips

Graze

Your tender places

Ripe as summer fruit

Your juices spilling

Over my chin

Shudder come

My soft tongue

Stabbing

You and turning

Unable

To do anything

But feel

Belong

My attentions

Are true

Furious

But sourced in

A dominance 

That knows

Who

What

Why

I get it

Without being

Told 

So come

Open to me

And be the

Vessel

For the

Divine 

Feminine

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