beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

A sweet fight

A knot untying

Itself

Gentle without

Being vulnerable

Not prone to

Avoidance

Slow yet urgent,

You dance against me,

And the dark fires

Burn in my bones,

At the spark in your eyes,

I roar with want,

In no race to placate myself?

For the grace and favour,

Of strangers,

Quiet and loud at the same time,

Yet soon you

Will feel my roar

Your juices flowing

As I close the distance,

And you will be full

With my strength,

Kisses fall like kata,

And this sweet fight 

Won before the 

Bell

Rings

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