beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

The Thought, The Shape

Make the choice

Then all the others

Follow like birds flying south

Wearing the clothes I picked

Out and the accessories

Which form their own

Language

One of power

Pleasure

Surrender

A secret worn

Like the kisses

Bruises

I leave

I’m brute benevolence

Gentle directions

And against me

Dash yourself

Or curl around me

My fur is soft

Warm and beneath it

Strong flesh commanded by

The thought

The shape

Of

You

 

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