beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Symphony

My nose against the 

Crown of your head

Slow without being

Tentative

Urgent without 

Insistent

Although there are

Times when I take 

You hard and brilliant

Against the kitchen 

Counter

Because I fuck as

Hard with my words

As I do with

My body

Coaxing

Drawing forth

The velveteen whore

Your hair in my hands

Here, where you open

Juices running down

Your thighs

We are rhythms

Melodies 

I compose and listen

To the beautiful 

Symphony of you

A final burst,

You clench

Asking permission

Between gasps

This animal electricity

Shocks us both

Afterwards,

Awkward with 

Tenderness,

I hold you

Tight and sure,

I have you

I have you

I have you

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