beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

To Heal A King

Sometimes

When I am holding

My guts in

I think of you

And it kills the pain

What a gift it is

And how I reward

Kissing

Stroking light beneath

Your skin

Pinned and delighted

Commanded

To elysian shores

Of pleasure

To heal a king

Warrior

Magician

Lover is to have

Them serve you

With an attention

Tenfold the force

Of gravity

 

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