beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Ache

In the sweet fires

Afterwards

I feel the ache of transformation

Knitting tissues

A solidity of intentions

In my arms

You test my silences

By degrees, large and small

Knowing my power

And how you ache

For it too

Delivered into

Unyielding thrusts

My rough hands

Circling

Pinning

As you beg for

The release of feeling

As much to see the

Gentle man within

As to indulge

In the sweet focus

Of my fury.

I am a man

About himself

Who seeks the feminine divine

Finds it in the blazing lotus

Of your release

Clothed in it

I make the world anew

A playground for us

To giggle and find

The creative line

Of a golden, wondrous

Play.

Let us chase one another

Until silence binds us

Into taut loving bonds

Of polarity.

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