beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


Of all the 

Ways to return

To the wilderness


My path

Is the one

With laughter


Action to leave

You breathless

I have always

Been this way

Knowing myself

As the prize

Committed to 

My own self and

Willing to

Have some beauty

Of flesh and spirit

To light the darker stretches

I will not live or die

At your call

Rather I remain

A mountain

With veins of riches

Looking to be tapped

Caves to rest within

Bears to keep you warm

Under control

Climb to my summit

I await you


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