beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

A Deeper Sense

The deeper sense

Of you transfigures me

Abandon yourself

To the wild, untamed

Moment that I exist within

On your hands and knees

My mouth and fingers

Exploring you with the care

That a thief picks a lock

My rough hands

Hold you down

Thrash in my dominion

Exhaust yourself

Until bliss emerges from

Every pore

Excitement and release

Become your solemn vows

To me

My tongue speaks

Poetry direct to your flesh

Your breath is mine

Your flesh is mine

All you need do

Is

Feel

I offer an ease of being

A safe, warm place

To be small

And infinite

All at once.

I am myself

Come to me

Leave me

Some part of you

Remains

Constant

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