beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

In your dreams

Show me 

Your wildness

Your fears

Big and little

Offer yourself

To me

I am wise 

In my command

With strength

Enough to test

You until

Such pleasures leave

You bruised

And then 

Held tight

Safe and with

The ease of a man

Who knows himself

A prize not of

Consolation

Circumstance

Deep in my 

Wondrous mysteries

I speak magic with

My touch

My voice curls around 

You

Squeezes

To give you breath

I am the face 

In your dreams 

At 4 in the morning

All you need do

Is surrender

And let me

Take care

Of the rest

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