beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

My Wild Heart

Put yourself in my hands

I know most of your fantasies

Are about eight hours sleep

But I offer not

Fantasy

But flesh

To raise and divinely sense

Your need

I would break you to 

Remake you

And still do a day’s work

But my heart 

Though wild,

Still calls you 

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