beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Breeze

I’m the breeze

Which caresses your sunburnt

Shoulders

A frisson of hurt

Cooling relief

Overlaid

Reading the weather

Of you with amused silence

Taking a quiet delight

In this bed

We’ve built a world around

Negotiations in kisses

The slow unravel of clothes

Make aching, winding play 

Until need sparks bright

In your bones

Fuck and breathe

Against my hands

Tender at war within need

Whispering poetry

All over your skin

Listening to you

Each silvered song conversation

Slides inside me

Until I am compelled

To fill you

Fit to bursting

I’m the breeze

Open to me

Every pore

I would soothe

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