beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

I am sourced

In rich, earthy darkness

I am the wildness

Run through the trees

To find me

Whatever injuries

You have,

I will kiss them

Or cause them

Here is my kingdom,

A place apart

Close as breath

How I pull you to

Me and kiss

You until rivers flow

Drinking every drop

When every last figment

Of will has gone before

The storm of my passion

I want you

underneath my

nails

I want to fucking

smell of you

I want to make you

Dirty, smeared

And smiling

I see it when you

Look at me

No matter how far

 

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