beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Mountain

My voice

A hot whisper

In your ear

My fingers searing

Pinching

Searching

A small shadow

Cast by the mountain

Of my desire

Where a beast lives

And he has caught

Your scent

But it is a primal thing

Sometimes I dote

And stroke your soft skin

Drinking in the silence

Yet I can be rough

With want

And I must care

Not to break you

In the unveiling

But kiss me

Risk the nature of a man

Better than you’ve known

Your beauty 

Makes me roar and rumble

An avalanche of fuck

Open your soul

Let it rush over you

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