beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Stories We Tell


Looking at you

Touching you

Opens up places within me

I thought better locked away

But even if your kisses

Were wrapped in barbed wire

I would bear them

Not from a mewling gratitude

But because something about you

Fucking calls to me


You might well be change

But I remain constant

Without calcification

Let me rend the clothes from you

Offer a savage comfort

Bruising in the moment

Gentle in the aftermath

Let me read to you

My stories, and yours,

Happy endings guaranteed

I alternate between

Wanting to build things

For you or tear them down

With my bare hands



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