beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Cut

Poetry

Sometimes

Doesn’t cut it 

That I want you

Rough and hard

A vessel beneath me

Plunged into

Controlled 

Opened

Explored

Until I explode

Deep inside you

There.

Sometimes I can’t

Breathe for thinking

About it

Holding you afterwards.

Crushing you

With kisses

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