beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

The Prize

There are quiet mysteries

Within me

About me

I am steadfast

But not predictable

Attuned to myself

I know where my fears hide

I stand outside their cave

And tell them

Whenever you’re ready

I am here

I follow my purpose

It leads me to the centre

Of my maze

Where I fight the same

Fight each day

The strength to


To seize your beauty

And make it mine

Wrestle with you

Until you giggle

Then kiss you

Into shuddering delight

I know who I am

The prize



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