beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Breathe

I’m rough

With want

To take you

Use you in fitful

Skilled bursts

Tie you down

Hold you and

Make you writhe

With delight

Show me

How you

Want to be

Filled

Used with a care

That shows my

Gentle heart

My control

Becoming a destination

Where you slip

Off guilts garments

Open and surrendering

To the primal

Fury of my fuck

Inside you

Deeper than your

Secrets

Afterwards

I keep them

As you keep me

Inside you

Painted anew

In silver, pearlescent

Colours that bring

Your beauty

Like cream

To the surface

Held close and tight

Breathe with me

Until you cannot

Breathe without me

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