beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

kisses on new skin

Yes,

Let my frankness

Speak but my body

Reacts faster to you

Than I can write

And a heat uncoils

Lends me velocity of

Thought in the way

We wonder how we keep up

But we do

And I am halfway between

Angel and animal with you

Lust as the breaking of thirst

Have me fill you

Until you break

Spill

And understand

I will remake you

Anew in the

Forge garden kitchen

Of my fuck

And kisses on the new skin

You wear after I’ve fucked

The clay to dust and spat

Inspiration into every

Cell of you

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