beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


My nose against the 

Crown of your head

Slow without being


Urgent without 


Although there are

Times when I take 

You hard and brilliant

Against the kitchen 


Because I fuck as

Hard with my words

As I do with

My body


Drawing forth

The velveteen whore

Your hair in my hands

Here, where you open

Juices running down

Your thighs

We are rhythms


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


Awkward with 


I hold you

Tight and sure,

I have you

I have you

I have you


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