beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


How open to me

You are.

Tissues glistening

With arousals’ treasure

My fingers know depths

My lips the juices

Where you flow thickest


Eyes wide with pleasure

Quivering like a bird

Taking their first flight

I am a sky large enough

To fly anywhere

And you open

To match my breadth

My depth

For fear my power

Might tear you apart

Better to flow

To bloom

I welcome a moment

To become more

Than flesh

In your eyes


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