beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Breathe

Breathe

Freely until

Your soft hands curl around mine

Guided to your pale throat

You challenge the beast

Within me

A hard bright stare

One hand to punish

And my other hand

Downwards, over the soft plane

Of your stomach

Nestling, nuzzling

Make a fist and tear your

Panties away

Your beauty

Denied or given

Lends an anger to my lust

Strength to break through

Make you feel

With both hands

And the monster heart

That lives in a bone cage

Within

I will test your capacity

For loving surrender

Past the sting

Past fire

Into depths of feeling

Deep as ocean

Breathless as vacuum.

But for now

No more philosophy

Press my fingers

Where you need them

Whatever it takes

For you

To

Breathe

 

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