beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


I am suffused

With the hard

Clear light of purpose

My animal joy

Called into being

Without ever leaving

Your buttery skin

Recalls the warm

Pink kiss of my hands

Against you

And a tenderness

As brutal and certain

As violence can be

Here, you are safe


Free to rage within your skin

I weather all that you are

With the silent power

Of my self

Hold you

Tight and close

Until you need to breathe

And even that,

My darling,

Is under my



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