beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Shelter

Through tips of fingers

Lips and tongue

In perfect collaboration

At distance

Poetic, primal whisper

Or silence pregnant

with command

Or close as

Tattoo needle or

Ring through flesh

Honey drips from you

I draw it forth

And drink deep as the sun

Drinks of the night

Come close to me

I offer your need

Shelter from the cold

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