beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Beautiful Wonder

The subtle thunder of the world

Grows muted in my presence

My actions are my language

My attention is of such focus

That it lends you the gift

Of flight

In your beautiful silence

I attached import to it

Reading the stars in your sky

And calling them into my


Your breath against my cheek

The constant twist and turn of you

How forceful in its beauty

How it writhes against my

Eternal, primal stillness

Would you beg for its certainties

On your knees, free from weight

But defined by it nonetheless

Soaked against my knowing fingers

Hands bound and liberated

By the focused sting of my discipline

Your nerves are a choir

That sing my praises

Here in my wild church cave

You become yourself

A thing of beautiful wonder



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