beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Breath

Take my hands

Guide them to your throat

Give me the gift

Of your breath

My strong fingers

Gripping

We fuck in the rich darkness

Of our souls

I hold you

Control you

Serene in how

My iron fingers

Take control

Of your breath

Arch against me

Fuck and breathe

Then fuck again

Then breathe

Trust my hands

To give you the surrender

You need.

My love is a place

Where you can go

Into the light within

Yourself

And I, there

To catch you when

You fall

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