beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Pain 

I cannot take

Your pain from you

I can force it

With my will

Offer the deep

Bite of my strong

Rough hands

An embrace

Hard as rock

Tight as rope

Kisses hot and engrossing

As bayou July

I bear mine

Yours too

Because your beauty

My strength

Interdependent

Lay down

Surrender to my hands

As I cradle

You like the

Fine instrument

You are

When the bliss

Washes over you

I am shakti

Divine resolution

And when you

Cry

It will be with

Pleasure

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