beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Key And lock

I am slow

Finding the places

Where we are different

Savoring the textures

Our bodies rewritten by yearning

Given voice

I am your key


My lock

The suckling grip

As your body knows a truth


Your head resists

But I know no force

Without permission

If i take you

Hard as a smack

It is with pretty permission

An act of primal urgency

We speak in soft animal grunts

Say my name

We are gods in mortal flesh

Testing it to destruction

Let us worship

One another

Kisses sweet as prayer


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