beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Beg

Beg

As leaves beg to

Fall

Underneath me

But not beneath me

The sweet oil

Perfumes my fingers

And their circling

Pressure

Makes you convulse

Eyes as slits

Lost and present with

Me

My permission is

A gift and as you

Ask me

I think of fireworks

In the night sky

The transformation

Into light

And sound

But you do not slip away

I’ve awoken you

And so

You

Beg

Again

Again

Again

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