beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

I Call You Forth

Your face,

Soft beneath my rough hands,

Made gentle by the reverence

With which I touch you,

Yet I see you

As you are,

How pieces of you

Coaxed forth,

Contradictions,

Dichotomies,

Ferocity of surrender

A set of expressions,

Only I know,

Attention paid

Is its own reward,

I keep your secret self,

Close to my skin

Stainless steel through flesh,

And I call you forth,

Whenever you think

Of

Me

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