beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

And you my moon

Kissing you

Tasting your soul’s smile

On your lips

Handling you

Firm but a little south of gentle

My fingers biting deep

Finding you in the depths

Of summer

Telling you the poetry

The feel sight taste smell

Of you inspires

I am a fucking wolf

And you my Moon

Against me

Break as a wave against

The implacable

Shore of my will

A desire to penetrate

And fill you

With all I have

Afterwards laid

Stroking and laughing

Eyelids heavy

Stoned on one another

And you my Moon

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