Storm the walls
Kick down the doors,
Tear it from its hinges
And toss it aside,
No force on earth,
Will stop me,
This relentless
Pursuit of release,
And how such violence,
Is an expression of
Love which rattles the
Windows in their frames,
Afterwards I will be gentle,
But I claim what is mine,
Inviting the bear
To warm up by
Your fire,
Take you in the ashes of
The hearth and slip
Free of
This skin to arrange
You and take
Use
Fill you with my
Force of being,
Gentle in victory,
Make you feel
Safe
Small
But I am drawn to
The excitement in your
Eyes and how you
Flush and swell
At my rapacious approach,
Without apologies,
Or explanation,
My paws fall upon you,
The marks will blur
Like rain washes chalk marks,
Surrender
And in doing so,
Find yourself
Through the certain
Directions of
My fucking fury.
That’s one lucky lady! I’m sure I’m not alone in being left breathless by this poem 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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