beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Let Me Tell You

Your lips
Rose petals caught
In the act of falling
Hair, the waxing
Light of a glorious day
My rough hands
Shake with anticipation
If I left bruises
They were committed
In the spirit of a desire
Which washed me anew

Come to me,
Dash yourself against
The column of my
Soul’s certain nature
You call to my pain
We speak a language
Of our own.

Each word is its own

Universe

We made love

In the rain

You clung to me

Gasping, giggling

I was a knot untied

By the grace of your

Eyes, your sweetness

Oh how I find magic

In each touch

As we close

And open to

One another

My palm against the
Nape of your neck
My voice, a drizzle
Of warm, wild honey
Let me tell you
How
I
Love

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