beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

All You Are

There are times

When i, always a gentleman,

Shed my skin and relinquish

Being a gentle man

heavy with desire

Armoured with

Need as I bend you


Not a transformation

But a reveal like dusk

Squeeze you beneath

My fingers

As I take you

Fucking you into surrender

A holy fire burns through us


I shudder and grunt

Like wildness

Furred and exposed to you

I listen and read you

Like tarot

I am that which turns

Pain and wrath

Into an ecstasy

To make

The stars dim in envy

And afterwards speak

In sighs

I listen

Restored and absorbing

All you



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