beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Room

An ocean of candles

Licking at the gloom

When lifes more than

Can be handled 

You can come 

To this room

Leave behind your worries 

Cast aside your cares

Thoughts flee in a hurry

With each move up the stairs

Tell me what you’re feeling 

With words or even touch

Come to me when you’re reeling

When the world is all too much 

Here i am many things 

Lover

Solace

Friend

My certainty, in silence,  sings

Without beginning

Without end

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