beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women



I live

In quiet pursuit

Of my purpose

Each word, each line, each page.

Brings me closer to

The white heat of consciousness

It is lonely work, sometimes

I am seen

Enjoyed and known

Your beauty drives me onwards

But never away from you

Simply I walk my path

Regardless of who comes with me

But oh for those that do

There is a shining place

Deep in the forest

Of my animal soul

And I would wear

You like the crown





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