beauty, love, lust, poetry, women

Burning breath

Shivering

To feel

Again as the breaking waves

Roar in final victory

Death fucking the sand

Retreating in grand exhaustion

My hands ache to

Have

You again

The salt wind stings

And the sand clings

I test myself

To make

Hunger my servant

Rather than my

Master

Black velvet nights

Breathing until

It burns

Breathing until

It burns

I carry the smell

Of you

Upon my skin

 

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