beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

To Paint Pleasure

To paint pleasure

Into the warm tender places

To lick like I’m healing

A wound

To tighten and arch against

One another.

Emptiness and fullness

In the same instant

Mostly though

Because I can take off

The armour I wear

Rest against you

And feel safe

Against you

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