beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

In My Room

In my room

Without windows

Or clocks to mourn

Time’s passing

Our hands wandering

Over one another

On my bed

A heated, slow

Grind of small collisions

You can dash yourself

To smithereens against me

What comfort you offer

Has high and low

Light and dark

Hard and soft 

Lose yourself

In the deep animal

Solace of my touch

Feel me inside you

Urge me past fury

Into sweetest release

Then listen as I

Whisper the names

Of Angels and Demons

Animals and ideas

Until you beg me

To speak to other places

Than your ear


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