beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Army

I made 

My hunger

An ally

An army of desire

Marches through

My veins

Bestirred by beauty

They are disciplined

Shields raised

To fight

Until you surrender

They know what

Demons lay between 

our souls

But they fight

Thick swords

Seeking to 

Penetrate

To wrestle with you

As supplicants

Or equals

I would fuck

The light into

You

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