beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

A Walled Garden

Beneath my silences

Taken as inability of

Expression but no less

Than walls around

My garden. A strong gate

And the key is beneath

Your pillow, baby girl,

Because i am a place

A cosm

Where you are seen

For the games you long

To play

And how each bloom

Here carries my musk

Breathe deep

But stay awhile,

The sunsets here are beautiful

As am i

And you visit

By other means

Prick your fingers on the

Thorns and have me suck

The beads of scarlet

From their tips

The grass is soft

Lay down and I shall

Fuck  the delicious truth

Of your feelings into

Being.

Make you scream my name

Countless times

Before

You ever have cause or reason

To depart.

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