beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Again

what glory

There is in

The testing

To fail and rise 

Again.

Swollen and pulsing

Against the iron 

If you came close

Your beauty

Would be mine

To ravish

Despoil

Show you what

An animal 

I can be

Putting eloquence

Aside

In favour of urgency

Tearing

Pushing

Pulling

Tasting

Until sweat

Drips from 

Our every pore

And we fuck

Like the world

Is burning

I offer a primal

Comfort

An uncertainty

A mystery

You will

Never know me

Entirely

But you

Will trust

Me

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